ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
, "Elegy, on the Death of the Scottish Poet Burns" Morning Chronicle (28 July 1800).
1786: Henry Mackenzie
1787: J. B.
1787: Helen Maria Williams
1787: William Cowper
1787: Anna Seward
1788: Gavin Turnbull
1788: J. J-n
1788: J. R-d
1788: James Maxwell
1788: James Macaulay
1789: Rev. Thomas Blacklock
1791: William Gifford
1791 ca.: James Graham
1791: Thomas Scotus
1791: Helen Maria Williams
1792: Samuel Thomson
1793: William Yates
1794: Rev. James Grahame
1796: William Roscoe
1796 ca.: Charlotte Smith
1796: J. H.
1796: Alexander Balfour
1796: W. B.
1796: E. Hyslop
1796: A Lady
1796: An Auld Fifeshire Ploughman
1797: A. W.
1797: William Hamilton Reid
1797: Edward Rushton
1797: William Roscoe
1797: A Mourner
1797: Thomas Mounsey Cunningham
1798: John Struthers
1798: David Crawford
1800: Charles Lamb
1800: William Roscoe
1800: J. F. D.
1800: Thomas Sanderson
1802: Leigh Hunt
1802: James Pace
1803: William Wordsworth
1804: David Irving
1805: Rev. Henry Boyd
1805: A. M. A.
1805: J. G. Bagshaw
1805: Thomas Stott
1806: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1806: John Struthers
1806: Alexander Wilson
1806: H. C.
1806: Hamilton Paul
1807: William Wordsworth
1807: Lady Anne Hamilton
1807: Robert Tannahill
1807: A. M. P.
1808: John-Henry Kenney
1808: A Young Lady of Sixteen
1809: A Caledonian
1810: Robert Tannahill
1812: George Dyer
1812: A. Kyne
1813: Mary Russell Mitford
1813: Lord Byron
1814: Earl of Buchan
1814: W. Jos. Walter
1815: William Henry Ireland
1816: George Colman the Younger
1816: Thomas Campbell
1816: John Mayne
1816: T. W. Lake
1816: An English Lady
1817: Hugh Campbell
1818: John Keats
1818: Charles Lamb
1818: John Keats
1818: S. A. N.
1818: A Lowland Laddie
1818: Richard Hatt
1819: John Wilson
1819: James Thomson of London
1819: A Literary Gentleman
1819: John Gibson Lockhart
1820: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1820: James Montgomery
1820: Nicholas Toms Carrington
1820: James Boswell the Younger
1820: W. G.
1821: Mary Leman Rede
1821: Anne Powell
1822: Fitz-Greene Halleck
1822: James B. Sheys
1822: J. D. C.
1823: Rev. William Gillespie
1824: William Hazlitt
1824: Allan Cunningham
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1825 ca.: Henry Mackenzie
1825: James B. Sheys
1825: Allan Cunningham
1826: Herbert Barton
1826: Richard Ryan
1827: Sir Walter Scott
1828: Walter Savage Landor
1828: Thomas Carlyle
1829: Anna Brownell Jameson
1829: J. S.
1830 ca.: Rev. Henry Francis Cary
1830: Rev. George Barrell Cheever
1831: John Wilson
1832: James Hogg
1833: James Montgomery
1836: L. L.
1840: Thomas Carlyle
1842: Robert Story
1842: C. H. Timperley
1843: John Holland
1844: John Wilson
1844: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1851: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1866: Bryan Waller Procter
1880: John Service
1882: Epes Sargent
1771: William Shenstone
1792: Edmund Burke
1796: Robert Burns
1797: Robert Burns
1799: John Milton
1800: Robert Burns
1803: Thomas James Mathias
1816: John Wilson
1830 ca.: Oliver Goldsmith
1830: Samuel Rogers
Rear high thy bleak, majestic Hills,
And shelter'd Vallies proudly spread,
And, SCOTIA, pour thy thousand rills
And wave thy Heaths with Blossoms red!
But, ah, what Poet now shall tread
Thy airy heights, thy woodland reign,
Since he, the sweetest Bard, is dead
That ever breath'd the soothing strain?
As green thy tow'ring Pines may grow,
As clear thy Streams may speed along,
As bright thy Summer Suns may glow,
And wake again thy feath'ry throng:
But now, unheeded is the Song,
And dull and lifeless all around:
For his wild Harp lies all unstrung—
And cold the hand that wak'd its sound!
What, tho' thy vig'rous offspring rise,
In Arts, in Arms, thy sons excel;
The Beauty in thy daughter's eyes,
And Health in ev'ry feature dwell;
Yet who shall now their praises tell
In strains impassion'd, fond, and free,
Since HE no more the Song shall swell
To Love, and Liberty, and Thee?
With step-dame eye and frown severe
His hapless Youth why didst thou view?
For all thy joys to him were dear,
And all his vows to thee were due:
Nor greater bliss his bosom knew,
In op'ning Youth's delightful prime,
Than when thy fav'ring ear he drew,
To listen to thy chaunted Rhyme!
Thy lonely wastes and frowning skies
To him were all with rapture fraught;
He heard with joy the tempest rise
That wak'd him to sublimer thought;
And oft thy winding Dells he sought,
Where wild flow'rs pour'd their rathe perfume,
And with sincere devotion brought
To thee the Summer's earliest bloom.
But, ah, no fond, maternal smile
His unprotected Youth enjoy'd;
His limbs inur'd to early toil,
His days with early hardships tried!
And, more to mark the gloomy void
And bid him feel his misery,
Before his infant eyes would glide
Day-dreams of Immortality!
Yet, not by cold neglect depress'd,
With sinewy arm he turn'd the soil,
Sunk with the Ev'ning Sun to rest,
And met at Morn his earliest smile!
Wak'd by his rustic Pipe, meanwhile
The pow'rs of Fancy came along,
And sooth'd his lengthen'd hours of toil
With native Wit and sprightly Song!
Ah Days of Bliss too swiftly fled,
When vig'rous Health from labour springs,
And bland Contentment smooths the bed,
And sleep his ready opiate brings;
And, hov'ring round on airy wings,
Floats the light forms of young Desire,
That of unutterable things
The soft and shadowy hope inspire!
Now, Spells of mightier pow'r, prepare—
Bid brighter Phantoms round him dance:—
Let FLATT'RY spread her viewless snare,
And FAME attract his vagrant glance;
Let sprightly PLEASURE too advance,
Unveil'd her eyes, unclasp'd her zone,
'Till, lost in Love's delirious Trance,
His scorns the joys his Youth has known!
Let FRIENDSHIP pour her brightest blaze,
Expanding all the Bloom of Soul;
And MIRTH concentre all her rays,
And point them from the sparkling Bowl;
And, let the careless Moments roll
In social Pleasures unconfin'd;
And CONFIDENCE, that spurns controul,
Unlock the inmost springs of Mind!
And lead his steps those Bow'rs among
Where ELEGANCE with SPLENDOUR vies,
Or SCIENCE bids her favour'd throng
To more refin'd sensations rise!
Beyond the Peasants humbler joys,
And freed from each laborious strife,
Then let him learn the Bliss to prize
That waits the Sons of polish'd Life!
Then, whilst his throbbing veins beat high
With ev'ry impulse of Delight,
Doth from his lips the Cup of Joy—
And shroud the scene in shades of Night!
Then let DESPAIR, with wizard light,
Disclose the yawning gulf below,
And pour incessant on his sight
Her specter'd ills and shapes of woe!
And shew beneath a cheerless shed,
With sorrowing heart and streaming eyes,
In silent grief where droops her head—
The Partner of his early Joys!
And let his Infants' tender cries
His fond parental succour claim,
And bid him hear in agonies
A Husband and a Father's name!
'Tis done — the pow'rful Charm succeeds;
His high reluctant Spirit bends;
In bitterness of Soul he bleeds,
Nor longer with his Fate contends!
An Ideot-laugh the welkin rends
As Genius thus degraded lies,
'Till pitying Heav'n the veil extends
That shrouds the Poet's ardent eyes!
Rear high thy bleak, majestic Hills—
Thy shelter'd Vallies proudly spread—
And, SCOTIA, pour thy thousand rills,
And wave thy Heaths with blossoms red!
But never more shall Poet tread
Thy airy heights, thy woodland reign,
Since HE, the sweetest Bard, is Dead,
That ever breath'd the soothing strain!