ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Sir Walter Scott
Virginius, "After reading Scott's Lady of the Lake" The Enquirer [Richmond VA] (15 March 1811).
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
1811: Sir Walter Scott
What tho' no knight of Snowdon's hill
Now drives the stage from Monan's rill,
Nor mounts on rough Benledi's side;
Nor shoots the bark on silver tide.
What tho' no monarch quit his pow'r
To seek for love in sylvan bow'r,
And fancy's rainbow's diamond hue
Strikes not with flame a Roderick Dhu—
Still glowing thoughts thro' fancy roll;
Still burns with love an ardent soul,
When rising manhood's hopes inspire
The bosom with etherial fire.—
Love's rapture-beaming eye and mien
Still shed on man the softest gleam,
And melting smiles, or specters grim
Arouse or lull the storm within.—
What tho' no bold chivalrous knight
With dauntless valour speeds the fight;
Yet fiercer toil on man devolves
To vanquish love by proud resolves.
What tho' no artless sylvan maid
Reclines beneath the hazel shade,
Nor paddles o'er Lock Katrine's blue,
Nor climbs the heights of Ben-Venue—
Yet woman's smile is sweet as ever,
And man is taught by smiles to lover her.
In beauty rob'd, as amber bright,
She blushes like aurora's light!
In her all heav'nly charms reside
Which warm the bosom's crimson tide.
Her coral lip, which blushing glows,
Seems feeling seated on a rose.
Her breast is yet the tenderest theme
That ever thrill'd a human dream,
And as from clouds of ebon hue
The moon's white edges heave in view,
Whene'er her bosom pants with woe
It shews its little globes of snow.
Her radiant eye yet beams a glance
Which wakes the soul to wild expanse,
And man's warm heart tho' proud, and high,
Still trembles at that conquering eye.
But ev'ry lady's not the same
So true as Ellen was to Graeme.
Love's emblem hare-bell droops its head,
When told that constancy has fled,
That pure-eyed faith is but a dream,
And conscience bathes in Lethe's stream;
Yet sweet are beds of violets blue,
And sweet the pink when wash'd in dew;
The rose still sheds its fragrant balm,
And tulips sleep beneath the calm;
The mist still curls on mountains' side,
And cascades dash in splendid pride.—
No longer love's sweet sympathy
"Is silver link, or silken tie
Which heart to heart, and mind to mind,
In body or in soul can bind."
No constant smile now soothes to rest
The fever of an anxious breast,
Yields hope for bliss to fancy's eye
Tho' still in trembling doubts it lie.
Like foam on silver Teviot's tide,
Like dew drops on the lilly's side,
Like flint and steel whence sparkles fly
And gleam a moment but to die,
Like aspens trembling in the wind,
Is — fickle — wavering — woman's mind.
Beneath her hectic kindling smile
Hope laughs and sparkles for a while
As billows dance upon the sea
Then melt into eternity.
At eve in rose-embroider'd vale
In silence sleeps the necatar'd gale,
The sun's last diamond rays of light
Sweetly warn of gathering night,
And darkness weeps in pearly dew
To part with beams of golden hue—
Thus pensive, — woman sheds a tear,
And frowns on him she vow'd was dear,
Bids hope in exile cease to gleam,
As if 'twere vision of a dream.
Lap'd in Elyseum for a while
How bitter 'tis to quit this smile,
Yet "death-pangs" of long cherish'd hope,
Must in man's bosom take their scope,
For who such truth now thinks to find
As Malcolm found in Ellen's mind?