ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Sir Walter Scott
Anonymous, "Monody on the Death of Sir Walter Scott" Fraser's Magazine 6 (November 1832) 605-06.
Sir Walter Scott:
1801: Alexander Thomson
1801: A. M.
1802: Joseph Ritson
1802: Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe
1805: Thomas Campbell
1805: Robert Southey
1805 ca.: Anna Seward
1805: Anna Seward
1805: Francis Jeffrey
1807: Lady Anne Hamilton
1808: Bp. Richard Mant
1808: Mary Leadbeater
1808: W. M. T.
1808: Francis Jeffrey
1808: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1809: Thomas Campbell
1809: Lord Byron
1810: Sir Walter Scott
1810: James Hogg
1810: Robert Surtees
1810: George Ellis
1810: Francis Jeffrey
1811: Leigh Hunt
1811: Charles Phillips
1811: M. J.
1811: Hugh Henry Brackenridge
1811: Charles Philips
1811: John Taylor Esq.
1811: M. A. S.
1811: Francis Jeffrey
1811: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1812: John Murray
1812: Bernard Barton
1812: John Wilson
1812: A Native Bard
1812: Lord Byron
1812: George Ellis
1813: James and Horace Smith
1813: P. G. P.
1813: Jeremiah Holmes Wiffen
1813: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1814: George Daniel
1814: Thomas Barnes
1814: G. C. H.
1814: George Daniel
1814: Francis Jeffrey
1815: Roderick Dhu
1815: Author of The Rival Muses
1815: Rev. Lionel Thomas Berguer
1816: John Hamilton Reynolds
1816: J. R.
1816: H. A.
1816: John Neal
1816: Edward Bulwer-Lytton
1818: John Keats
1818: William Hazlitt
1818: P. G. P.
1819: Charles Lloyd
1819: George Ticknor
1819: R. C.
1819: John Gibson Lockhart
1819: John Mitford Esq.
1820: John Scott
1820: David Carey
1821: Mother Goose
1822: James Harley
1823: W. G. King
1823: Rev. Charles Burton
1824: Bernard M. Carter
1824: Sir Whitelaw Ainslie
1825: William Hazlitt
1825: Thomas Hood
1825 ca.: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1825: Thingamy Bob
1825: Thomas Stott
1826: Jeremiah Holmes Wiffen
1826: John Gibson Lockhart
1828: Leigh Hunt
1828: Thomas Pringle
1829: Anna Brownell Jameson
1829: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1829: James Hogg
1829: William Ainslie
1830: Rev. George Barrell Cheever
1830: William Maginn
1831: John Wilson
1831: William Sotheby
1831: Allan Cunningham
1832: Henry Fothergill Chorley
1832: William Wordsworth
1832: Mary Howitt
1832: A. S.
1833: John Wilson
1833: Allan Cunningham
1842: Robert Story
1844: William Wordsworth
1850: Walter Savage Landor
1851: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1858: Cyrus Redding
1871: S. C. Hall
1873: Joseph Devey
1880: Goldwin Smith
Our fathers boasted ('twas an honest pride)
The muse had done her best when Shakespeare died;
Told us that other bards would rise in vain,
For none would look upon his like again:
The Muse, half-piqued, their boasting to belie,
Another moulded ere she broke the die;
Once more her mighty energies brought forth,
And gave a second Shakespeare to the north.
Oh! who but they could soar from zone to zone,
And paint alike the cottage and the throne;
Joy in her wildness, anguish in her throes,
The rich man's splendour, and the poor man's woes;
Nature, the same in all her various climes,
The picture of all countries, and all times;
Feelings that still from every bosom flow,
Yet flowed the same a thousand years ago—
Warming each heart to soar on fancy's wings,
And making peasants intimate with kings.
Be this his highest praise, — by Shakespeare's side,
To sail on fame's illimitable tide:
Though past from hence, his own proud song denies
That nature's worshipper, the poet, dies;
His spirit lingers on his native shore,
Though there the minstrel's footsteps rove no more.
Oh! as each tale came pictur'd from his pen,
What interest hung on each sequestered glen;
Enraptured thousands, kindling as they read,
Desert the banks of Arno for the Tweed.
Thousands must full to build a nation's fame—
Yet living thousands swell the hero's name
'Twas his a country's glory to uprear,
Unstained by blood, unsullied by a tear!
All are his debtors! — not that land alone
O'er which he sheds a halo, all his own;
His name is blazed in many a distant land,
By foreign tongues his magic words are scanned;
Millions unborn, those raptures to partake,
Shall learn the language for the poet's sake:
Him, too, shall virtue mourn, whose muse forgot
"No line which dying he could wish to blot;"
Who mingled in those tales so wild and bright
A love of goodness, — where he flung delight;
The master-spirit, whose unequalled mind
Could draw the sympathy he leaves behind!
Now from the bard a moment turn, to scan
The softer virtues that adorn the man!
Kind to the meanest, courteous to the end,
Of humbler worth the never-varying friend;
Even in the close of life, when racked with pain,
Whose blame or praise was never asked in vain;
He who could lull, with most peculiar art,
The poet's envy, or the critic's smart;
And boast, 'midst all the fame that man can know,
He passed through life without a single foe!
Oh! had ye seen him heave the generous sigh,
Where anguish groaned, and death stood threatening by;
Seen how his glance in gentlest pity fell,
To soothe those pangs his pen could draw so well;
Or, where the circle closed around the fire,
Known the fond husband, and the indulgent sire;
Warm from your hearts would flow the kind regard,—
Ye'd love the Christian as ye prize the bard!
Even when he wandered on a foreign shore,
To seek that health that must return no more,
Even then, from that worn frame no groan was rung,
No fretful murmur faultered on that tongue;
But one, fond wish his native land to reach,
And fix his dying eyes on that loved beach;
That land his childhood roamed his manhood prized,
The land his genius has immortalised!
Peace to the minstrel! — little recks his dust,
Who rears the storied urn or imaged bust;
Yet, if his shade, from yonder fields of bliss,
Can deign to glance upon a land like this;
May not his spirit look complacent here,
Where thousands shed the homage of a tear?