ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Bp. Reginald Heber
, "To the Memory of Heber" The Literary Gazette (23 September 1826) 605-06.
Bp. Reginald Heber:
1810: Sir Walter Scott
1815: Bp. Reginald Heber
1823: Anne Grant
1826: Felicia Hemans
1827: John Wilson
1827: J. M. Jun.
1828: Rev. Edward Smedley
1829: Robert Southey
1830: John Thornton
1830 ca.: Robert Southey
1830: J. W. Cunningham
1838: Robert Aris Willmott
1848: Rufus W. Griswold
1848 ca.: Edgar Allan Poe
1851: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1854: Robert Shelton Mackenzie
1882: Margaret Oliphant
1882: Epes Sargent
1821 ca.: William Wordsworth
1822: Percy Bysshe Shelley
1825 ca.: Fitz-Greene Halleck
1826: Bp. Reginald Heber
1826: William Wordsworth
1827: Mary Russell Mitford
1827: Mary Tighe
1828 ca.: William Hazlitt
1828: Mary Howitt
1828 ca.: Alaric Alexander Watts
1829: Henry Mackenzie
1830: Lord Byron
1830: William Wordsworth
1831: Mary Tighe
1832: William Blake
1834: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
If it be said to speak of treasures gone,
Of sainted Genius, call'd too soon away,
Of Light, from this world taken while it shone
Yet kindling onward to the perfect day—
How shall our grief, if mournful these things be,
Flow forth, O Guide and gifted Friend! for thee?
Hath not thy voice been here amongst us heard?
And that deep soul of gentleness and power,
Have we not felt its breath in every word
Wont from thy lip, as Hermon's dew, to shower?
Yes! in our hearts thy fervent thoughts have burn'd,—
Of heaven they were, and thither have return'd.
How shall we mourn thee? — With a lofty trust,
Our life's immortal birthright from above!
With a glad faith, whose eye, to track the just,
Through shades and mysteries lifts a glance of love,
And yet can weep! — for Nature so deplores
The friend that leaves us, though for happier shores.
And one high tone of triumph o'er thy bier,
One strain of solemn rapture be allow'd!
Thou that rejoicing on thy mid-career,
Not to decay, but unto Death hast bow'd!
In those bright regions of the rising sun,
Where Victory ne'er a crown like thine hath won.
Praise! for yet one more name, with power endow'd,
To cheer and guide us, onward as we press;
Yet one more image, on the heart bestow'd,
To dwell there — beautiful in holiness!
Thine, Heber, thine! whose memory from the dead
Shines as the star which to the Saviour led!
St. Asaph, Sept. 1826.