ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Sir Walter Scott
Author of The Rival Muses, "Lines to Walter Scott, Esq." Morning Post (4 February 1815).
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
Author of The Rival Muses:
1815: Sir Walter Scott
Again to SCOTT, I raise the lay,
Again to Genius tribute pay—
Anew my votive lyre I string,
And by his lays inspir'd, I sing—
Let Scotland ne'er again deplore,
She boasts the laurel wreath no more;
A brighter far adorns her now,
Than e'er entwin'd a warrior's brow,
'Tis her's a lovelier meed to claim
Than decks the steel-clad arms of fame—
For Scotland! we award to thee,
The peerless prize of Minstrelsy!
Tho' cold thy clime, the Poet's fire
Is kindled on thy mountains high;
Say, do those flames such warmth inspire
Which lighten o'er thy northern sky,
When Fancy in her bright career,
Views warriors with their fiery spear?
Say, sighing thro' the leafless trees,
Or tow'ring on thy cliffs in air,
Do sounds immortal swell the breeze,
Or shapes celestial hover there,
And tempt the Poet's mind to soar
Such heights as none have gain'd before?
If so — oh, were I Scotia's child!
Yet be that wayward wish represt—
For heart as warm, and thought as wild,
May glow beneath a Southern breast,
And Albion's isle is dear to me,
As Caledonia, SCOTT! to thee!
Oh, did'st thou mid'st some snowy storm,
Catch a bright beam from Phoebus' form,
When for an instant peeing forth,
He glanc'd upon the icy north?
Thou didst — and still detain'd the ray
To warm us thro' the wintry day,
With SUNBEAMS written is thy lay,
Which on our minds reflected play!
For still, when clouds and storms prevail,
When falls the snow, and pours the hail—
Unfelt, unheard, the blasts assail,
When bend we o'er thy vivid tale!
From the cold North such warmth doth flow—
Thus children, when they toss the snow,
The warmest bloom of beauty shew—
And while the fates my life prolong,
I still must love the minstrel song,
For what amid the wearying strife,
And sad realities of life,
Has warm'd my heart to rapture's glow,
Or made the welcome tear to flow—
But sweetest notes of potent sound,
Which Bards inspir'd have flung around—
And never from my soul can part
This "cherish'd madness of my heart!"
Of old when ORPHEUS struck the lyre,
Did rocks, and dancing hills, respire—
And when AMPHION wak'd the strain,
A city rose upon the plain.
Now, powers as great belong to THEE,
Tho' different the effect we see—
The STONE that did for ages stand,
As trembling for its parent land,
Is now enchain'd by minstrel spells,
And fix'd, in admiration dwells!
While thrilling o'er my waken'd soul,
The echoes of thy lyre still roll,
The minstrel song, the minstrel glow,
I thus return to whence they flow.