ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Thomas Moore, "The 'Living Dog' and the 'Dead Lion'" The Times (10 January 1828).
1803: Samuel Saunter
1810: John Murray
1813: Lord Byron
1816: John Hamilton Reynolds
1816: Robert Southey
1816: John Wilson Croker
1816: Francis Jeffrey
1817: John Gibson Lockhart
1817: Chandos Leigh
1818: John Keats
1818: John Taylor Coleridge
1820: Percy Bysshe Shelley
1820: Charles Lamb
1820: P. G. Patmore
1821: R. T.
1821: R. T.
1822: E. R.
1822: James Harley
1823: Charles Lamb
1824: Mary Shelley
1825: William Hazlitt
1825: L. H.
1827: A. P.
1828: Thomas Moore
1828: John Neal
1828: John Gibson Lockhart
1832: Rev. George Crabbe
1833: Allan Cunningham
1834: William Maginn
1841: Thomas Babington Macaulay
1844: R. H. Horne
1850: George Gilfillan
1851: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1852: Mary Russell Mitford
1858: Cyrus Redding
1862: Thomas Arnold
1871: S. C. Hall
1872: James T. Fields
1877: Bryan Waller Procter
1878: Charles and Mary Cowden Clarke
1880: Edward Dowden
1882: Margaret Oliphant
1882: Epes Sargent
1897: Edward Dowden
1898: Rowland E. Prothero
1794: Samuel Whyte
1805 ca.: Mary Tighe
1813: Samuel Rogers
1814: Edward Thurlow
1816: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1819: Rev. Lionel Thomas Berguer
1828: Leigh Hunt
1830: Edward Thurlow
1839: David Lester Richardson
Next week will be published (as "Lives" are the rage)
The whole Reminiscences, wondrous and strange,
Of a small puppy-dog, that lived once in the cage
Of the late noble Lion at Exeter 'Change.
Though the dog is a dog of the kind they call "sad,"
'Tis a puppy that much to good breeding pretends;
And few dogs have such opportunities had,
Of knowing how lions behave — among friends.
How the animal eats, how he snores, how he drinks,
Is all noted down by this Boswell so small;
And 'tis plain, from each sentence, the puppy dog thinks
That the Lion was no such great things after all.
Though he roared pretty well — this the puppy allows—
It was all, he says, borrow'd — all, second-hand roar;
And he vastly prefers his own little bow-wows
To the loftiest war-note the Lion would pour.
'Tis, indeed, as good fun as a Cynic could ask,
To see how this cockney-bred setter of rabbits
Takes gravely the Lord of the Forest to task,
And judges of lions by puppy-dog habits.
Nay, fed as he was (and this makes it a dark case)
With sops every day from the Lion's own pan,
He lifts up his leg at the noble beast's carcase,
And — does all a dog, so diminutive, can.
However, the book's a good book, — being rich in
Examples and warnings to lions high-bred,
How they suffer small mongrelly curs in their kitchen,
Who'll feed on them living, and foul them when dead.