ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Thomas Babington Macaulay
Anonymous, "Bab. Macaulay conveyed to India" Fraser's Magazine 9 (March 1834) 372-73.
Thomas Babington Macaulay:
1810: Hannah More
1830: John Wilson
1830: William Maginn
1833: Allan Cunningham
1834: William Maginn
1844: Leigh Hunt
1844: R. H. Horne
1845: George Gilfillan
1846: Walter Savage Landor
1846: John Dix
1849: John Gibson Lockhart
1850 ca.: Leigh Hunt
1851: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1862: Thomas Arnold
1871: S. C. Hall
1880: Thomas Humphry Ward
1882: Epes Sargent
1819: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1821: Margaret Holford
1821: John Keats
1822: William Gifford
1823: Isaac D'Israeli
1823 ca.: William Hazlitt
1823 ca.: William Maginn
1830: Thomas Campbell
1830: Rev. George Croly
1830: William Jerdan
1830: John Gibson Lockhart
1830: Thomas Babington Macaulay
1830: Sir Walter Scott
1830: Alaric Alexander Watts
1831: Mary Russell Mitford
1831: Caroline Norton
1831: John Wilson
1832: Allan Cunningham
1832: Isaac D'Israeli
1832: James Hogg
1832: William Roscoe
1832: William Wordsworth
1833: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1833: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1834: William Harrison Ainsworth
1834: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1834: William Godwin
1834: Leigh Hunt
1834: Thomas Babington Macaulay
1835: Charles Lamb
1835: Alaric Alexander Watts
1836: Rev. William Lisle Bowles
Thee may the waves in safety bear,
Thee the home-turning needle safely guide;
No wind that brings delay or fear
Insult thy cordage, turn thy prow aside!
Safe to the angry Cape of Hope,
And safe to the sainted Helen's namesake rock,
Unharmed in timber and in rope,
Swift ship! conduct Reform's own bantam-cock.
To thee is trusted Whiggery's Bab;
Take him, and bring him — five years past — again;
For Westminster must have his stab:
Let not Leeds ask her better half in vain.
He must return, to raise his voice
For freedom's triumph; and, with kindling eye
And glowing cheek, bid Bull rejoice
In his dear Jove-like load, democratie.
(For, like the fair Europa, when,
Rough surges past, she knew for worshipful
That four-foot — king of gods and men!
Democratie will sweetly kiss her Bull.)
Hard heart of man, and breast of brass!
That dares, with senseless pride and folly rank,
Over the yesty deep to pass,
Trusting for safety to a two-inch plank!
And must Macaulay look on sharks,
Sea-serpents, tigers, elephants, and whales—
And pine to hear or feed on larks,
And languish for the song of nightingales?
But hearts of triple brass are they,
Mere cyphers, yellow stalks of Indian corn—
Whose follies take from us away
The noblest patriot that was ever born.
Confound them! we our Bab, must want,
Because they will not counsel take from Grey,
Nor follow the advice of Grant,
To rectify the errors of their way.
Great must have been their long misrule,
Their misdeeds many, since, to set them right,
Our dearling Bab, consents to pule,
And for a yellow hide exchange his white!
'Tis not for money that he goes—
The patriot has his path of duty found;
The son of Zachary — he knows
Money can't make a rotten liver sound.
The India House! the India House!
The nabobs there deserve our indignation;
Why won't they let our Whiggery chouse
Them of their rights, their honour, fortune, station?
Thus men in their brute folly work
The very thing their fears do most mistrust;
They for a log will take a stork,
Then have, not what they would, but what they must.