ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Dr. John Wolcot
, in Epistle to Peter Pindar, 1800; True Briton (9 July 1800).
Dr. John Wolcot:
1776 ca.: A Lady of Truro
1786 ca.: Edmond Malone
1786: D-s Pallet
1786: R. S.
1786: A Lady
1787: G. B. R.
1787: H. D.
1788: A Loyal Subject
1789: Harriet Falconar
1789: William Hayley
1789: Mrs. Boys
1790: Isaac D'Israeli
1790: Rev. Andrew Macdonald
1792 ca.: George Reid
1794: Thomas James Mathias
1794: A. N.
1796: Robert Burns
1796: William Wordsworth
1796: Alexander Balfour
1799: Mary Robinson
1800: William Gifford
1800: George Reid
1800: Thomas Dermody
1801 ca.: William Jackson
1801: Alexander Thomson
1802: Anne Grant
1806: Rev. Lawrence Hynes Halloran
1806: Samuel Jackson Pratt
1810 ca.: Anonymous
1811: Henry Crabb Robinson
1812: A. K.
1814: Leigh Hunt
1814: Thomas Barnes
1815: William Henry Ireland
1816: X. X.
1818: Thomas Enort Smith
1819: John Taylor Esq.
1820: John Keats
1820 ca.: Anonymous
1824: John Taylor Esq.
1826: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1827: Robert Southey
1830: Richard Warner
1831: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1848: Benjamin Disraeli
1850: John Britton
1852: William Jerdan
1858: Cyrus Redding
1882: Margaret Oliphant
1882: Epes Sargent
1791: Robert Burns
1791: Edward Bysshe
1791: Bertie Greatheed
1791: Edward Jerningham
1791: Robert Merry
1791: John Oldham
1791: Mary Robinson
1797: William Parsons
1797: John Williams
1800: Dr. John Wolcot
1806: Philip Massinger
1807: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1812: Charles Lamb
1816: John Aubrey
1819: Lord Byron
A bloated mass, a gross, unkneaded clod,
A foe to man, a renegade from God,
From noxious childhood to pernicious age,
Sacred to infamy, through every stage.
Cornwall remembers yet his first employ,
And shuddering tells with what infernal joy,
His little tongue in blasphemies was loos'd,
His little hands in deeds of horror us'd:
While mangled insects strew'd his cradle o'er,
And limbs of birds distained his bib with gore.
Anon, on stronger animals he flew
(For with his growth his savage passions grew);
And oft, what time his violence fail'd to kill,
He form'd the insidious drug with wicked skill;
Saw with wild joy, in pangs till then untry'd,
Cats, dogs, expire; and curs'd them as they died!
With riper years a different scene began,
And his hate turn'd from animals to man:
Then letters, libels, flew on secret wings,
And wide around infix'd their venom'd stings;
All fear'd, where none could ward, the coming blow,
And each man ey'd his neighbour as his foe;
Till dragg'd to day, the lurking caitiff stood,
(Th' accursed cause of many a fatal feud),
And begg'd for mercy in so sad a strain,
So wept, so trembled, that the injur'd train
Who, cowring at their feet, a miscreant saw,
Too mean for punishment, too poor for law,
O'erlook'd ('twas all they could) his numerous crimes,
And shipp'd him off "to ape and monkey climes."
There, while the Negroes view'd with new disgust
This prodigy of drunkenness and lust,
Explore the darkest cells, the dirtiest styes,
And roll in filth at which their gorge would rise;
He play'd one master-trick to crown the whole,
And took, O Heavens! the sacerdotal stole!
How shook the altar when he first drew near,
Hot from debauch, and with a shameless leer,
Pour'd stammering forth the yet unhallow'd prayers,
Mix'd with convulsive sobs, and noisome airs!—
Then rose the people, passive now no more,
And from his limbs the sacred vestments tore;
Dragg'd him with groans, shouts, hisses, to the main,
And sent him to annoy these realms again.