ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Anonymous, "A Parody of the New Year's Ode for 1777" Public Advertiser (4 January 1777).
1755: Rev. William Mason
1757: William Shenstone
1757: Richard Owen Cambridge
1757: Bp. Richard Hurd
1757: Rev. John Free
1757: Horace Walpole
1761: R. S.
1762: Rev. Charles Churchill
1762: Thomas Gray
1765: Cuthbert Shaw
1769: W. G. E.
1770 ca.: William Cole
1772: Paul Pinchwell
1773: Christopher Anstey
1774: Rev. John Langhorne
1774: The Bellman
1785: C. J.
1785: Edmond Malone
1785: Anna Seward
1786: Rev. Robert Potter
1788: Rev. William Mason
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1804: Joseph Dennie
1804: Rev. William Tooke
1806: Rev. George Richards
1807: Robert Southey
1809: Dr. Nathan Drake
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1851: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1860: George Gilfillan
1880: Thomas Humphry Ward
1910: Ralph Straus
Again imperial Winter's Sway,
The Laureat bids his Ode display;
Throws o'er his torpid Brains his icy Bar,
And makes him sing of hostile Lakes and War.
O may it ne'er revive! — Ye Kings,
Whose Bounty gives the But of Sack,
For which our Bays-crown'd Bard like Colley sings,
Lay not that Burthen on his Back.
Enough, enough of New Year Odes we've known,
O, Whitehead, Laureat of these Northern Climes;
For you we heave the Kindred Groan,
We pity your Misfortune and your Rhimes.
Stop, stop th' exhausted Verse,
And other Strains rehearse;
Or rather hear a Parent's dear Request,
For Dullness longs to sleep, and clasp thee to her Breast.
Some Change we do require — some Form
Ideal that may float on Fancy's Sky.
Let Genius break the drowsy Charm,
And glance from Earth to Heav'n with Eagle Eye:
For not on New Year Odes alone
Did Poetry e'er fix her Throne.
There Dullness undisturb'd her Rule maintains,
Can Poetry be found where that cold Tyrant reigns?
Then let thy dismal Ditties henceforth cease;
Drink Sack, and wear the Bays in Peace.
Thus all thy Nonsense ill express'd
Will slumber in eternal Rest,
And Folly's heedless Sons no more
Will gape at what they've read before;
But all lie buried in Oblivion's Flood,
For thy great Comfort and the Public Good.