ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
J. J. Leathwick, "Stanzas on the Death of Lord Byron" The Literary Chronicle 6 (29 May 1824) 348-49.
1808: Hewson Clarke
1808: Henry Brougham
1809: Melesina Chenevix Trench
1810: Robert Southey
1810: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1811: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1811: John Murray
1812: Henry Crabb Robinson
1812: Mary Russell Mitford
1812: Granville Penn
1812: Sarah S. Pugh
1812: B. B.
1812: George Ellis
1812: Francis Jeffrey
1812: Thomas Denman
1812: Chandos Leigh
1813: J. C. Blaby
1813: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1813: A Lady of Boston
1813: Henry Gally Knight
1814: George Daniel
1814: Thomas Barnes
1814: H. S. B.
1814: T. C. Holland
1814: B. B.
1814: Unus Multorum
1814: Tom Tit
1814: James Hogg
1815: James Hogg
1815: T. Dutton
1815: Robert Gilmour
1815: C. S.
1815: C. S.
1815: John Taylor Esq.
1815: W. J. Extempore
1815: George Ticknor
1816: John Hamilton Reynolds
1816: John Murray
1816: Melesina Chenevix Trench
1816: Leigh Hunt
1816: George Taylor
1816: Thomas Stott
1816: Sir Walter Scott
1816: Francis Jeffrey
1816: Chandos Leigh
1817: John Chalk Claris
1817: A Lady of Glasgow
1817: John Neal
1818: Sir Walter Scott
1818: John Chalk Claris
1818: P. G. Patmore
1818: Mr. Rymer
1818 ca.: Elizabeth Cobbold
1818: An Old Friend
1818: Sir Walter Scott
1818: John Wilson
1818: Chandos Leigh
1818: Rev. Barton Bouchier
1819: John Keats
1819: Rev. Lionel Thomas Berguer
1819: William Gifford
1820: Jeremiah Holmes Wiffen
1820: Charles Lamb
1820: William Wordsworth
1820: David Carey
1820: Thomas Mulock
1820: John Wilson Croker
1821: Rev. William Lisle Bowles
1821: John Scott
1821: Bryan Waller Procter
1821: W. H. S.
1821: George Milner
1822: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1822: John Graham of Lifford
1822: James Harley
1822: Robert S. Coffin
1822: G. G-m
1823: Frances Wright
1823: J. H.
1824: Eleanor Dickinson
1824: Sir Walter Scott
1824: Richard Hatt
1824: A Harrow School-Fellow
1824: J. J. Leathwick
1824: Thomas Charleton Smith
1824: John Dodderidge Humphreys
1824: Nathaniel Hazeltine Carter
1824: Bernard M. Carter
1824: Rev. Carlos Wilcox
1824: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
1824: Dr. James McHenry
1824: T. W. R.
1824: James Gordon Brooks
1824: Charles Sprague
1824: Robert Southey
1824: Dabney Carr Terrell
1824: Thomas Haynes Bayly
1824: J. S. W.
1824: Thomas Stott
1824: Thomas Stott
1824: W. P. B.
1824: Matthew Gregory Lewis
1824: J. B.
1824: John Taylor Esq.
1824: Sarah S. Pugh
1825: William Hazlitt
1825: Rev. William Lisle Bowles
1825: Thomas Enort Smith
1825: Hugh Brown
1825: Charles Caleb Colton
1825: Sophia Hyatt
1825: Charles Symmons
1825: Elisha Tatham
1826: George Lunt
1826: Richard Ryan
1827: James Hogg
1827: C. T. R.
1827: M. A. B., aged 14
1828: Leigh Hunt
1828: Walter Savage Landor
1828: Rev. George Croly
1828: H. Cox
1829: Mary Howitt
1829: Anna Brownell Jameson
1829: Rev. Oliver William Bourne Peabody
1829: James Gordon Brooks
1830: Rev. Henry Francis Cary
1830: Felicia Hemans
1830: Rev. George Barrell Cheever
1830: John Herman Merivale
1830: C. H.
1830: Mary Shelley
1830: John Wilson Croker
1830: William Kennedy
1831: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1831: John Wilson
1831: Willis Gaylord Clark
1831: Henry Gally Knight
1831: Thomas Babington Macaulay
1832: John Abraham Heraud
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1833: Alaric Alexander Watts
1833: Allan Cunningham
1837: Caroline Norton
1839: Chandos Leigh
1842: Robert Story
1843: John Holland
1846: John Dix
1851: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1857: Samuel Griswold Goodrich
1873: Joseph Devey
1877: Bryan Waller Procter
1880: John Addington Symonds
1891: Samuel Smiles
1893: George Saintsbury
J. J. Leathwick:
1824: Lord Byron
What shriek was that? What congregated cry
That rings thus in mine anxious ear, and o'er
My spirits sheds a feeling tremblingly?
Why are the songs of morning mute, that soar
The sun to welcome from the land of love?
Why is each tearful eye cast on the ground?
A voice replied, "Great BYRON is no more!
And Grief's dark chains each heart and soul have bound;
Cast forth thy earnest look, and gaze on all around!"
I gaz'd, — and saw two radiant maids divine,
Their brilliant bright eyes shedding tear for tear;
Their arms around each other did entwine,—
Their looks, with grief, were sore, oppressed, and scar.—
They mourn'd for him who was to them so dear:
One was bright Poesy, — and at her side
Was Liberty — who fail'd her cap to rear,
Since he who lov'd her cause so well had died,
Since he from earth had gone who all her foes defied.
I saw Hope spring from off the grieving earth—
I saw sweet Pity heave a long-drawn sigh—
I heard the soul that in his form had birth,
Groan in its woe, as it prepar'd to fly,
Leaving its last beam on his glazing eye.
I saw Greek forms with sorrow deep oppress'd,
And mourning that their Byron e'er could die;
But oh! dear Gratitude liv'd in each breast,
For him whose glorious might had laboured for their rest.
Died, did I say? he cannot die! His fame
Will live so long as Time, when his form's clay
Shall long have mouldered into dust! His name
Will be more mighty than it is to-day,—
And endless life — a light of purest ray—
A watch-word to nobility of thought—
A word that future heroes will obey—
A path that all will glory that have sought—
A fame-crown'd track, with, aye, enduring glories fraught!
But let me rest awhile, and think upon
Thy matchless mind, that more than life created!
Oh! let me grieve to know that thou art gone
With whom few dead — none living could be mated!
There ne'er on earth was one so loved, so hated!
They well did love thee who were good and wise;—
The wretched for relief from thee ne'er waited;
But slaves and bigots, with their slanderous lies,
Assail'd that glorious worth they could not know or prize.
Oh, what a noble cause thou didst embrace,
The cause of long-despairing liberty!
Thou didst support, with all thy power, a race
Whose struggles make them worthy to be free,—
And free as air their hearts and hands shall be!—
It was thy strain that told them they were slaves,—
It was thy song that broke their lethargy,—
It was thy soul that stirr'd those mental waves,
That sweep from ever mind all fear of death and grave!
Aye! thou didst kindle in each breast a fire,
That now illumes the 'rapt and gazing world!
'Tis proving and will prove a Moslem pyre,
In which all domination shall be hurl'd—
O'er which the conq'ring flag shall flap unfurl'd!
The "antique sword" of Greece was drawn anew—
Her ancient might thy glorious muse impearl'd—
Thy burning songs of war each bosom knew—
And thro' awakening souls thy flashing ardour flew.
Here let me pause! it still appears a dream,
That thou art gone — that I thus humbly sing
My lay of sorrow. — I can hardly deem
That from the earth thy spirit has ta'en wing.
Oh, could we bring it back by sorrowing—
That cannot be, however wild and deep!
Farewell to all thy bright imagining;
Yet one dear truth will cheer us as we weep,
Thy lay — thy light — thy fame — on earth can never sleep!