ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
, in Poetae Britannici (1700) 15-16.
1655 ca.: Charles Cotton
1667: Sir William Temple
1670 ca.: Lord Clarendon
1673: Richard Flecknoe
1678: Thomas Rymer
1680: Earl of Rochester
1683: John Dryden
1688: Aphra Behn
1688: Bevil Higgons
1688: Sir John Cotton
1688: Thomas Rymer
1693: J. Talbot
1694: Joseph Addison
1699: Charles Gildon
1700: Samuel Cobb
1700 ca.: John Hughes
1710 ca.: Gilbert Burnet
1712: Bezaleel Morrice
1713: Rev. Henry Felton
1720: Giles Jacob
1721: Judith Cowper Madan
1721: Mr. B.
1721: Mr. Johnson
1728: James Ralph
1728: Jane Brereton
1735: Mary Barber
1744: Dr. Mark Akenside
1746: Edmund Burke
1761: Rev. Charles Churchill
1769: Daniel Hayes
1774: Rev. Robert Potter
1776: Oliver Goldsmith
1776: John Nichols
1782: Rev. Joseph Warton
1787: Samuel Jackson Pratt
1789: Philip Neve
1789: Edmond Malone
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1800: Dr. Nathan Drake
1802: George Dyer
1803: George Dyer
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1807: Robert Southey
1812: William Henry Ireland
1818: William Hazlitt
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1826: Richard Ryan
1829: Anna Brownell Jameson
1842: C. H. Timperley
1851: Leigh Hunt
1880: Edmund Gosse
1882: Epes Sargent
1700: Sir Richard Blackmore
1700: Thomas Brown
1700: William Congreve
1700: Abraham Cowley
1700: Thomas D'Urfey
1700: Sir John Denham
1700: John Dryden
1700: John Fletcher
1700: Charles Gildon
1700: Ben Jonson
1700: Nathaniel Lee
1700: Rev. Luke Milbourne
1700: John Milton
1700: John Oldham
1700: Thomas Rymer
1700: Edmund Waller
1700: Rev. Samuel Wesley
1707: Joseph Addison
1707: Matthew Prior
When Scope is granted to your Speech and Thought,
Verse with a lively smoothness should be Wrote.
Like some fair Planet thy Majestick Song,
Should move with ease and Sparkle as it rowl'd along.
Like Waller's Muse, who, though inchain'd by Rhyme,
Taught Wondring Poets to keep even Chime.
Harmonious Waller's praise inflames my Breast,
Waller, more sweet and Courtly than the rest
Of Poets, no unmanly Turns pursues,
Rash Errors of an injudicious Muse.
Such Wit, like Lightning, for a while looks gay;
Just gilds the place, and vanishes away.
In one continued blaze he upwards sprung,
Like those Seraphick Flames of which he Sung.
If, Cromwell, he laments thy mighty Fall
Nature attending Weeps at the great Funeral.
Or if his Muse with joyful Triumph brings,
The Monarch to his ancient Throne; or Sings
Batavians worsted on the Conquer'd Main,
Fleets flying, and Advent'rous Opdam Slain;
Then Rome and Athens to his Song repair,
With Brittish Graces Smiling on his care,
Divinely Charming in a Dress so fair.
As Squadrons in well-Marshal'd Order fill,
The Flandrian Plains, and speak no vulgar Skill:
So rank'd is every line, each Sentence such,
No Word is wanting, and no Word's too much.
As Pearls in Gold with their own lustre shine,
The Substance precious, and the Work Divine.
So did his Words his beauteous Thoughts enchase,
Both shone and sparkled with unborrow'd Grace,
A mighty value in a little space.
So the Venusian Clio sung of Old,
When lofty Acts in well-chose Phrase she told.
But Rome's aspiring Lyrick mov'd us less,
Sung not so moving, tho' with more success.
O Sacharissa, what could steel thy breast,
To Rob the charming Waller of his rest?
To send him murm'ring through the Cypress Grove,
In strains lamenting his Neglected Love.
The attentive Forest did his Grief partake,
And Sympathizing Okes their knotted Branches shake.
Each Nymph, tho' coy, to pity would incline,
And every stubborn Heart was mov'd but Thine.
Hence forth be thou to future Ages known,
Like Niobe, a Monument of Stone.