ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Sir Walter Scott
S., "Lines on reading Rob Roy" Camden Gazette (23 May 1818).
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
Magician, the spell which thy wild stories give,
Must ever a charm to the bosom impart,
That long in the memory delighted shall live,
And remain deep impress'd on each Highlander's heart.
For thy tales speak of Scotland, the home of the brave,
Of the warrior stern, and fair mountain maid;
And thy picture so sweet of "Loch Lomond's" dark wave,
Is in colours so bless'd they never can fade.
And the tale of the "Outlaw" must ever awake
In its children some fond recollection of home;
Of some spot once so dear, some wild lonely lake,
And some torrent that rush'd, through its valleys in foam.
Yes! even the heather that waves on its hills,
Its moss-covered rocks, when painted so gay,
With the "bloom of the valleys," the gush of its rills,
Must be dear to each Scotsman, from home far away.
Land of the muse, where the rock and the mountain
Are mingled together in grandeur so wild;
Where the rush of the torrent and roar of the fountain
Are musick to him who is nature's own child.
Land of the bard; where sorrow's sad tale
Is dwelt on with pity, and blest with a tear,
Where the story of misery never can fail
To move with compassion the rough mountaineer.
Land of the brave! the red tide of blood
Has crimson'd thy heather in battle's dark hour,
When defending their own native mountain and flood
They children here fell 'neath the tyrant's stern power.
Thy hills, clad with pine, have oft echoed to war;
Thy heath has been stain'd with the hue of its rage;
When thy clansmen, with valor, have rush'd from afar,
The foes of their country, their homes, to engage.
And dread was the combat, and stern was the strife;
When the Gaul and the Southron in battle had met,
For the sun, that rose on them in vigor and life,
At eve o'er their cold beds of heather might set.
Then thy sons, as their own mountain-breezes, were free;
No vision of slavery e'er darkened their view,
Each warrior brave was a bulwark to thee,
And each brand that they bared was a guardian as true.
Land of the hero! thy children have felt
The tyrant's fell power and slavery's chain:
May the country where Bruce and where Wallace once dwelt,
See Liberty smile o'er her mountains again.
But thy chiefs are no more; thy warriors have gone;
And on their cold grave the wild floweret now blooms;
Nought remains of the heroes that in battle once shone,
And tradition alone can point to the tombs.
And dark are the halls where Beauty dwelt bright,
No more shall they echo the sound of her voice;
No more shall the warrior, victorious in fight,
O'er the feats of his arms with his vassals rejoice.
Deserted and lone is the lady's sweet bower,
"The tall grass now waves" where flow'rs once grew;
No more shall her lover, in moonlight's soft hour,
In her ear breathe his promise and vows to prove true.
Land of the brave, and home of the bard!
Where genius still dwells, and where Ossian sung;
Where the minstrel's wild harp so oft has been heard,
And the halls of thy chieftains with music have rung!
May freedom once more in brightness beam o'er thee,
May she rise in her light from the slumber of years;
And the veil that so long has o'ershadow'd thy glory,
Be remov'd from the face of a nation in tears.
Mount-Holly, (N. J.) April, 1818.