ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Gen. John Burgoyne
Anonymous, "A Dialogue at Hyde-Park Corner" Freeman's Journal or North American Intelligencer [Philadelphia] (24 April 1782).
Gen. John Burgoyne:
1777: Horace Walpole
1777: W. S.
1778: John Trumbull
1778: Richard Tickell
1778: J. W.
1782: Phelim O'Blunder
1785 ca.: Lord Townsend
1787: William Hayley
1792: Simonides Pure
1801: Arthur Murphy
1854: Robert Shelton Mackenzie
Let those who will, be proud and sneer,
And call you an unwelcome peer,
But I am glad to see you here:
The prince that fills the British throne,
Unless successful, honours none;
Poor Jack Burgoyne! — you're not alone.
Thy ships, De Grasse, have caus'd my grief—
To rebel shores and their relief
There never came a happier chief:
In fame's black page it shall be read,
By Gallic arms my soldiers bled—
The rebels thine in triumph led.
Our fortunes various forms assume,
Had I been blest with elbow room,
I might have found a different doom;
But you that various forms assume,
In little York thought fit to hide,
The subject ocean at your side.
And yet nor force had gain'd the post—
Not Washington, his country's boast,
Nor Rochambeau with all his host,
Nor all the Gallic fleet's parade—
Had Clinton ventur'd to my aid,
And Sammy Graves been not afraid.
For head knock'd off, or broken bones,
Or mangled corpse, no price atones;
Nor all that prattling rumour says,
Nor all the piles that art can raise,
The poet's or the parson's praise.
Tho' I am brave, as well as you,
Yet still I think your notion true:
Dear brother Jack, our toils are o'er;—
With foreign conquests plagu'd no more,
We'll stay and watch our native shore.