ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
, "Poetical Epistle to Dr. Goldsmith; or Supplement to his Retaliation: a Poem" 1774; General Advertiser and Morning Intelligencer (1 August 1778).
1759: William Shenstone
1766: Rev. Joseph Warton
1768: Frances Burney
1768: William Kenrick
1770: Corbyn Morris
1770 ca.: D. G.
1770: W. Willis
1773: T. S.
1773: Richard Fenton
1773: S. J.
1773: A. B.
1773: P. H. M. D.
1773: Rev. Percival Stockdale
1773: B. G.
1774: Horace Walpole
1774: William Woty
1774: John Tait
1774: Samuel Jackson Pratt
1774: Miss L.
1774: Richard Cumberland
1774: David Garrick
1775: Robert Hill
1775: W. P.
1776 ca.: Joshua Reynolds
1778: M. Macgreggor, Esq.
1780: Thomas Davies
1787: A Clergyman of Ireland
1788: James Beattie
1790: Robert Burns
1791: James Boswell
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1796: A Gentleman of Canada
1800: Thomas Dermody
1805: Charles Brockden Brown
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1807: Robert Southey
1807: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1809: Dr. Nathan Drake
1811: Richard Cumberland
1812: William Henry Ireland
1813: Rev. William Cameron
1818: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1820: Lord Byron
1820: Rev. John Graham
1821: Thomas Stott
1822: William Cook
1822: Tobias Oldschool
1824: William Hazlitt
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1825 ca.: Joseph Cradock
1826: Richard Ryan
1827: William Goodhugh
1829: Anna Brownell Jameson
1830 ca.: William Roscoe
1830: Rev. George Barrell Cheever
1831: John Wilson Croker
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1850: Leigh Hunt
1880: Edward Dowden
1882: Epes Sargent
1771 ca.: Thomas Gray
1774: Oliver Goldsmith
1792: Rev. Richard Bentley
1805: Rev. Henry John Todd
1806: Rev. Richard Bentley
1806: Sir James Bland Burges
1806: Edmund Burke
1806: William Gerard Hamilton
1806: Bp. John Hinchliffe
1806: Rev. William Mason
1806: William Smith of Covent Garden
1806: Horace Walpole
1807: Samuel Rogers
1811: Rev. Richard Bentley
1811: Edmund Burke
1811: Oliver Goldsmith
1811: Samuel Johnson
1811: Samuel Rogers
Doctor! according to our wishes,
You've character'd us all in dishes:
Serv'd up a sentimental treat
Of various emblematic meat:
And now it's time, I trust, you'll think
Your company shou'd have some drink;
Else, take my word for it, at least
Your Irish friends won't like your feast.
Ring then, and see that there is plac'd
To each according to his taste.
To Douglas, fraught with learning, stock
Of critic lore, give ancient Hock;
Let it be genuine, bright and fine,
Pure unadulterated wine;
For if there's fault in taste, or odour,
He'll search it, as he search'd out Lauder.
To Johnson, philosophic sage,
The moral Mentor of the age,
Religion's friend, with soul sincere,
With melting heart, but look austere,
Give liquor of an honest sort,
And crown his cup with priestly Port!
Now fill the glass with gay Champagne,
And frisk it in a livelier strain;
Quick! quick! the sparkling nectar quaff,
Drink it, dear Garrick! — drink, and laugh!
Pour forth to Reynolds, without stint,
Rich Burgundy, of ruby tint;
If e'er his colours chance to fade,
This brilliant hue shall come in aid;
With ruddy lights refresh the faces,
And warm the bosoms of the Graces!
To Burke, a pure libation bring,
Fresh drawn from clear Castalian spring;
With civic oak the goblet bind,
Fit emblem of his patriot mind;
Let Clio as his table sip,
And Hermes hand it to his lip.
Fill out my friend, the D*** of D***y,
A bumper of o ventual Sherry!
Give Ridge and Hi—ky, generous souls!
Of whiskey punch convivial bowls;
But let the kindred Burke regale
With potent draughts of Wicklow Ale;
To C*****k next, in order turn you,
And grace him with the vines of Furney!
Now, DOCTOR, thou'rt an honest sticker,
So take your glass, and chuse your liquor;
Wilt have it steep'd in Alpine snows,
Or damask'd at Silenus' nose?
With Wakefield's Vicar sip your tea,
Or to Thalia drink with me?
And, DOCTOR, I wou'd have you know it,
An honest, I, tho' humble poet;
I scorn the sneaker like a toad,
Who drives his cart the Dover road.
There, traitor to his Country's trade,
Smuggles vile scraps of French brocade:
Hence, with all such! for you and I,
By English wares will live, and die.
Come, draw your chair, and stir the fire:
Here, boy! — a pot of Thrale's Entire!