ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Sir Walter Scott
A. S., "On the Death of Sir Walter Scott" Baldwin's London Weekly Journal (6 October 1832).
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
1763: Tobias Smollett
1832: Sir Walter Scott
Harp of the North! thy mighty Hand
That swept thy chords with matchless skill
Is powerless now — the Enchanter's wand
Is broken — and his heart is still.
Thy minstrel sings in realms above
The triumphs of redeeming love.
Land of the mountain and the flood,
Land of his sires he loved so well,
From lordly hall to cottage rude,
Ah! who will now thy glories tell,
Or cast a wizard spell o'er thee,
O'er hill and lake — o'er tower and tree!
His fame requires no sculptur'd stone,
No "storied urn" to tell his glory;
His monument is Marmion—
His name's enshrined in deathless story;
Heroes and kings may be forgot,
But ne'er the mighty name of Scott!
The cold earth claims the mouldering clay;
But mortal fetters cannot bind,
Nor give to dust and dull decay
The triumphs of the immortal mind—
And while we mourn for him that's gone,
His better part is still our own.
His spirit breathes o'er flood and fell,
By mountain, valley, wood, and stream,
And hallows may a Highland dell
Where lingering fancy loves to dream,
And listen to the melting strain
That flows from white-hair'd Allan-Bane.
His was the high creative power—
The secret charm that Shakspeare knew;
Nature's best gift and richest dower,
By many sought, but found by few—
Revealing in his pictured page
The manners of a former age.
The belted Knight, on war-steed bounding,
With nodding plume and kindling glance,
And banners waving — trumpets sounding—
The pomp and pride of old romance—
Start into life beneath his pen,
In all their glowing tints again!
Of lady-love and father-land,
His high-toned harp would deeply thrill;
The generous heart — the open hand—
He sung with all the poet's skill,
Who felt their force, and best could tell
Emotions that he knew so well.
To Abbotsford, his much-loved home,
He came from foreign lands to die;
In his own Scotland sought a tomb,
And heaved at home his latest sigh.
The peasant points his sacred mound,
And treads on consecrated ground!
Harp of the North, thy tones are mute!
The mountain breezes is o'er thee sighing,
Like the low murmuring of a lute
That sorrows for the dead or dying!
The hand that waked thy noblest strain,
Will never rouse those strings again.