ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
, "Valentine to William Gifford" The Sun (11 August 1808).
1796: Thomas James Mathias
1797: George Dyer
1801: Alexander Thomson
1802: Joseph Dennie
1803: Richard Nares
1803: J. C. H.
1807: Thomas Campbell
1807: Lady Anne Hamilton
1808: Bp. Richard Mant
1808: Sir Walter Scott
1808: Elizabeth Trefusis
1808: Rev. William Herbert
1809: Lord Byron
1809: Robert Southey
1810: J. G.
1813: Edward Thurlow
1813: Lord Byron
1814: Leigh Hunt
1814: John Gwilliam
1815: George Ticknor
1816: John Taylor Esq.
1816: John Murray
1818: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1818: James Hogg
1820: John Taylor Esq.
1822: William Maginn
1823: John Wilson
1823: John Taylor Esq.
1825 ca.: Henry Mackenzie
1825: William Hazlitt
1827: Sir Walter Scott
1827: John Taylor Esq.
1827: Author of Hist. and Lit. Tour
1829: Anna Brownell Jameson
1830: Thomas Babington Macaulay
1831: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1833: Allan Cunningham
1834: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1837: Robert Southey
1850: Leigh Hunt
1856: Walter Savage Landor
1858: Cyrus Redding
1873: Joseph Devey
1882: Epes Sargent
1891: Samuel Smiles
1898: Rowland E. Prothero
1808: William Gifford
A pleasing form, a virtuous mind,
A temper gracious, liberal, kind,
A friendship steady and sincere,
A heart incapable of fear,
Because incapable of wrong,
Such was the youth who grac'd my song;
Such was the guide I proudly chose
When Valentine's sweet morn arose;
The day, the year, are gone and past,
Yet ever shall our friendship last;
Halton, farewell! no longer thine,
Fate gives another Valentine;
For tyrant custom has decreed
Thou shalt not to thyself succeed.
Where shall the little lorn one stray,
Or who will point her dubious way?
Her doubtful step may tread aside
Without her lov'd accustom'd guide;
Banish'd the harbour of his breast,
She knows not, seeks not, where to rest!
Her shatter'd vessel scarce can 'bide
The tossings of life's turbid tide;
Then let her cast her eyes around,
And anchor on the firmest ground;
Implore some kind extended hand
To lead her o'er life's fairy land,
And point the dangers which await
A female's unprotected state.
And who so competent a guide,
Who o'er her conduct to preside,
As he, whose quick discerning eye
Each little weakness can descry?
As he whose noble candour proves
The beauty of that truth he loves?
O GIFFORD! though thy bitter page
Announces all the Critic's rage,
The gall which makes vain folly smart
Flows from thy judgment, not thine heart;
For in thy meek, yet ardent, breast
What gentler virtues stand confest!
What dignified humility,
Join'd to the babe's simplicity!
Since such thou art, I will not fear
To choose thee for th' ensuing year;
The humblest vot'ry of the Nine
Claims a Parnassian Valentine!
And if no talent she reveals,
Her only boast is — that she feels!
O GIFFORD! while the tender tear
Bedews thy gentle ANNA'S bier,
Darest thou aver no stone will tell
The name of him who lov'd so well?
While Judgment, sense, and feeling, live,
Darest thou aver no friend will grieve,
When Nature's noblest works decay,
And high-soul'd GIFFORD sinks to clay?