1745
ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Prothalamium.

A Collection of original Poems and Translations. By John Whaley.

Rev. John Whaley


Three double-quatrain stanzas that apart from the title seem to have nothing to do with Spenser's poem. These verses may in fact be by Sneyd Davies, who anonymously contributed to this volume to lend financial support to his friend. The collection contains a verse epistle by Sneyd Davies that borrows from Milton's companion poems, Raymond Dexter Havens, The Influence of Milton (1922) 471.

John Whaley was Horace Walpole's tutor at Cambridge (a prized position, one imagines — the volume is dedicated to his wealthy pupil), a friend of Glocester Ridley, and a contributing editor to Nichols's Select Collection, where the poem is reprinted. He also wrote "A Journey to Houghton" and "Ode to Sir Robert Walpole."

John Duncombe: "Mr. Whalley was Fellow of King's College, and published a volume of poems, 1745. Another volume was published after his death" "Dodsley's Collection" Gentleman's Magazine 50 (April 1780) 173.

Samuel Austin Allibone: "John Whaley, Fellow of King's, Cambridge. 1. Collection of Poems, 1732, 8vo. 2. Collection of Original Poems and Translations, Lon., 1745, 8vo, pp. 335. He contributed to Dodsley's Miscellanies and to Nichols's Miscellany Poems, 1780" Critical Dictionary of English Literature (1858-71; 1882) 3:2659.



Sun, with Light peculiar shining,
Usher in the smiling Morn,
Round thy Head thy Glories twining
Bid th' auspicious Day be born;
Bid the Hours with nimblest Paces
Free and frolick to advance,
And bid Venus lend her Graces
Tripping at thy Wheels to dance.

Think how swift, when once a Lover,
Skimming o'er the Plains you flew,
When the charming cruel Rover
Bad a God in vain pursue.
Think how deeply you were wounded,
When you stretch'd your eager Arms,
And a lifeless Trunk surrounded
For your Daphne's sprightly Charms.

By the Pains with which you languish'd,
By the Joys you then desir'd,
By the Youth's impatient Anguish
Keen with Expectation fir'd;
Swiftly speed the Heav'ns over,
But that happy Minute rest,
When you see a luckier Lover
By a fairer Daphne blest.

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