ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Dr. Robert Anderson
, in "Ode, written after various Pedestrian Excursions in Scotland. To Dr. Anderson" The Monthly Magazine 6 (November 1798) 365-66.
Dr. Robert Anderson:
1796: John Leyden
1798: George Dyer
1802: Rev. Henry Boyd
1802: Thomas Stott
1802: George Hay Drummond
1806: William Preston
1814: Robert Southey
1819: George Ticknor
1830: P. Maxwell
1832: James Hogg
1851: Robert Pearse Gillies
1797: Dr. John Aikin
1797: Rev. William Beloe
1797: Samuel Butler
1797: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1797: John Dryden
1797: Rev. Alexander Geddes
1797: William Gifford
1797: Rev. George Gregory
1797: Samuel Johnson
1797: Rev. Thomas Maurice
1797: Allan Ramsay
1797: John Taylor the Water Poet
1797: Alexander Thomson
1798: Dr. Robert Anderson
1802: Dr. Mark Akenside
1802: Abraham Cowley
1802: David Hume
1802: George Lyttelton
1802: Rev. William Mason
1802: Matthew Prior
1802: William Shenstone
1802: Edmund Waller
1802: Rev. Isaac Watts
1803: Abraham Cowley
1803: John Dryden
1803: John Milton
1803: Matthew Prior
1803: Henry James Pye
1803: Christopher Smart
1803: Edmund Waller
1804: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1804: Thomas Gray
1812: Robert Burns
1812: Samuel Butler
1812: Sir William Jones
1814: Dr. Mark Akenside
1814: Rev. Joseph Beaumont
1814: Lord Chesterfield
1814: Samuel Cobb
1814: Dr. Erasmus Darwin
1814: Sir Kenelm Digby
1814: Rev. Richard Farmer
1814: Rev. Francis Fawkes
1814: Elijah Fenton
1814: Rev. Phineas Fletcher
1814: Rev. Thomas Fuller
1814: Bp. Richard Hurd
1814: Rev. John Jortin
1814: Sir James Marriott
1814: Thomas May
1814: Rev. Henry More
1814: William Pattison
1814: Bp. Beilby Porteus
1814: Francis Quarles
1814: Thomas Shadwell
1814: Rev. Thomas Twining
1814: Rev. Michael Tyson
1814: Rev. Samuel Wesley
1824: Christopher Anstey
1824: Rev. Theodore Bathurst
1824: Rev. Richard Bentley
1824: Rev. William Clarke
1824: Dr. Erasmus Darwin
1824: Rev. Richard Farmer
1824: Rev. Francis Fawkes
1824: Rev. Thomas Morell
1824: Matthew Prior
1824: Henry James Pye
1824: Thomas Randolph
Where is the KING of SONGS? He sleeps in death:
No more around him press the warrior-throng;
He rolls no more the death-denouncing song;
Calm'd is the storm of war, and hush'd the poet's breath.
Yes! Anderson, he sleeps: but Carron's stream
Still seems responsive to his awful lyre;
And oft where Clutha's winding waters gleam,
Shall pilgrim-poets burn with kindred fire.
Sunk are Balclutha's walls, and shatter'd low
The fort high-beetling, gem of Roman pride;
Sleeps too Fingal, and sleeps th' Imperial foe,
Each in his narrow dwelling doom'd to bide.
Quench'd is the poet's eye — but shines his name,
As thro' a broken cloud the sun's far-darting flame.
Where now DUNBAR? The bard has run his race:
But glitters still the GOLDEN TERGE on high;
Nor shall the thunder storm that sweeps the sky,
'Mid its wide waste, the glorious orb deface.
DUNKELD, no more the heaven-directed chaunt
Within thy sainted wall may sound again.
But thou, as once a poet's favourite haunt—
Shalt live in DOUGLAS' pure Virgilian strain;
While time devours the castle's towering wall,
And roofless abbies pine, low tottering to their fall.
Oh! Tweed, say, does thy rolling stream betide
The patriot's ardour, or the bigot's rage?
In union dost thou distant friends engage?
Or flow, a boundary river, to divide?
If love direct, roll on, thou generous stream,
Thy banks, oh! Tweed, I kiss, and hail thee friend:
But while thy waters, serpent-winding gleam,
Should serpent treacheries on thy course attend,
Thy banks disdainful would I rove along,
Tho' every bard that sings, should raise thee in his song.
But no, my friend: I read thy candid page,
And catch the fervor of thy generous mind,
Be mine, with chaplets Scotian brows to bind,
While England's bards thy studious hours engage.
The Highland nymph shall melt with England's lay;
And English swains be charm'd with Scotia's song;
Tho' rude the language, yet to themes so gay,
The softest powers of melody belong.
Still Ramsay, shall thy GENTLE SHEPHERD please,
Still, BURNS, thy rustic mirths, and amorous minstrelsies.
When shall I view again with ravish'd sight,
As when with thee, my Anderson, I stray'd,
And all the wonder-varying scene survey'd,
Seas, hills, and city fair from Calton's height?
When hear, (for Scotia's rhymes ah! soon shall fail)
Some Ednam bard awake the trembling string,
Some tuneful youth of charming Tiviot-dale,
Some Kelso songstress love's dear raptures sing?
Language may change; but song shall never die,
Till beauty fail to charm, till love forget to sigh.