ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Anonymous, "Epitaph for Robert Southey, Esq. Poet Laureat, Author of Wat Tyler, &c. &c." Morning Chronicle (16 July 1823).
1795: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1796: Anna Seward
1796 ca.: James Jennings
1797: Anna Seward
1798: Thomas James Mathias
1800: Dr. Nathan Drake
1801: Thomas Stott
1801: Alexander Thomson
1802: Francis Jeffrey
1806: Anna Seward
1807: Lady Anne Hamilton
1808: Sir Walter Scott
1808: Bp Richard Mant
1808: Anna Seward
1809: Melesina Chenevix Trench
1809: Lord Byron
1809: Joseph Dennie
1810: Sir Walter Scott
1811: Henry Crabb Robinson
1811: Bp. Reginald Heber
1811: Leigh Hunt
1813: Sir Walter Scott
1813: Lord Byron
1813: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1814: Edward Thurlow
1814: George Daniel
1814: Thomas Barnes
1814: Edward Rushton
1814: J. W.
1814: Francis Jeffrey
1816: John Hamilton Reynolds
1816: Herbert Knowles
1816: Francis Jeffrey
1817: Percy Bysshe Shelley
1817: William Hazlitt
1817: R. F.
1817: Impar Sibi, Esq.
1817: Francis Jeffrey
1818: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1818: William Hazlitt
1818: J. M. C.
1819: Lord Byron
1819: Jeremiah Holmes Wiffen
1819: George Ticknor
1820: Rev. John Keble
1820: Ebenezer Elliott
1820: David Carey
1821: John Abraham Heraud
1821: O. F.
1821: P. P.
1822: James Harley
1822: Rev. Chauncy Hare Townshend
1823: Charles Lamb
1823: Charles Lamb
1823: Frances Wright
1825: William Hazlitt
1825: Thomas Enort Smith
1825: John Taylor Coleridge
1826: Joanna Carey
1830: Thomas Babington Macaulay
1830: Rev. George Barrell Cheever
1830: A. P.
1831: Rev. Edward Smedley
1831: John Gibson Lockhart
1833: John Wilson
1833: Allan Cunningham
1834: Walter Savage Landor
1835: Ebenezer Elliott
1836: Isaac Clark Pray
1836: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1837: Thomas Noon Talfourd
1838: Walter Savage Landor
1842: Robert Story
1843: Mary Russell Mitford
1843: William Wordsworth
1843: Rev. William Lisle Bowles
1845: George Gilfillan
1846: John Dix
1847: Horace Smith
1848 ca.: Edgar Allan Poe
1851: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1852: Mary Russell Mitford
1871: S. C. Hall
1873: Joseph Devey
1880: Henry Taylor
1882: Epes Sargent
1898: Rowland E. Prothero
Here lies our good Laureat, whom BYRON has sent hence,
Without any time for "a death-bed repentance;"
Of his Sapphics, so cruelly mangled by CANNING—
So safely remov'd both from sense and from manning;
(For our Laureat dealt largely in Sapphics seditious,
Before he got scent of the loaves and the fishes),
Or his Botany Eclogues, from which one would swear
That the Poet had learnt his morality there.
POOR JOAN! ever doom'd to be burnt in our ire,
Once more by all England condemn'd to the fire.
Sure SOUTHEY, like BEDFORD, was born for thy curse,
And we burn thee again to atone for his verse.
Next THALABA came, that self-slaying destroyer,
Of readers and conjurors too the annoyer;
Let him murder magicians and all their relations,
But why did he murder our rhyme and our patience?
Then MADOC'S adventures so oddly were sung,
You'd think they were told in his own native tongue.
For the Curse of KEHAMA, one cannot help dreading it,
The curse is so cursedly felt in the reading it.
Then a Monarch of Spain — how strange he should blast one!
For though he's a Goth, he might surely have past one,
Since he is (the Belov'd, not excepted) the last one.
But as soon as our Bard got attach'd to the Crown,
He try'd to sing up what he us'd to sing down;—
One day BRIBERY'S slave, and the next it's reviler,
Praising CASTLEREAGH now, and now praising WAT TYLER.
To Constraint and Corruption now bidding defiance,
And now lauding the deeds of the Holy Alliance.
Enduring the scorn of all England most martyrly,
Secure that his sores would be lick'd by The Quarterly.
Then forth came that Letter, or crack "branding-iron,"
Which the Laureat so cackles about to Lord BYRON.
That Letter so famous, in which he advances
Truths such as you find in the Spanish Romances
Traduced by our Bard, who contriv'd, in abridging all,
To make one, for shortness, desire the original.
Next like some "obscene birds" of his feather, he flew
To prey on the stain of thy field, Waterloo!
Then return'd to o'ershade, with his sad gratulation,
An event that awak'd all the hopes of a Nation—
And surely the Laureat alone could have told it
In rhymes, that had STERNHOLD himself out-Sternholded.
Then BYRON and Juan eternally lamming him,
Play'd the devil with him — so he set about damning him;
And if to his foes or his friends he a grudge meant,
What could he do worse than his Vision of Judgment?
But 'twas fit that this model of tergiversation
Who began in sedition, should end in damnation.
To atone for all this, what must now be his lot?
Shall he, "lie," like his Works, "in obstruction, and rot?"
No — let him be punished by quitting his urn to
See all the "vile uses" they're sure to return to.