ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Hugh Brown, "Lines to the Memory of Lord Byron" Edinburgh Magazine NS 17 (November 1825) 565-66.
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
1825: Lord Byron
The inclosed lines were composed when the mania was raging for composition about the noble poet to whose memory they are dedicated. They were thrown in a corner (perhaps it would have been better they had never been drawn from it), and casting my eyes t'other day upon them, the very noble thought struck me of sending them to the Editor of the Edinburgh Magazine, that he might judge whether they are worthy of a place in that Miscellany, or only fit to
Rouse a dead man into rage,
And warm with red resentment the wan cheek.
If, Sir, it be any apology for these verses to say that I am illiterate, I acknowledge that I am so, though the piece itself would tell you this, as I have heard or seen somewhere, "in language more expressive than words." If you think it worthy of a place, I shall be very happy should you insert it; if not, there is, Mr. Editor, a receptacle near you, through which it can be conveyed to the dead stream of Lethe. Throw it there in silence, for I think it is at least worthy to be forgotten.
Newmilns, Nov. 1825.
The harp of the minstrel is hung in the hall,
And his fleeting existence is o'er;
And still are its strings, as it sleeps on the wall,
Like the fingers that swept it before.
His eye, once so bright, has been robb'd of its fire;
His bosom, once wild as the wave,
Which the shrill note of Liberty's trump could inspire,
Or the heart-thrilling tones of the well-swept lyre,
Is silent and still as the grave.
"He had evil within him" — we see the dark shade
When his bosom's deep secrets we scan;
Yet his arm was still lifted the freeman to aid,
And his deeds shed a lustre on man.
If the dark cloud of hate o'er his bosom did low'r,
If he wish'd to the desert to flee,
He was only the foe of the minion of pow'r,
Who, fiend-like, stalks over the earth for an hour,
But was ever the friend of the free.
The soft scenes of Nature for him had no charms,
The riv'let and fast-fading flow'r
Awak'd not his soul like the horrid alarms
When a nation is wreck'd in an hour.
In the dark sweeping storm by Omnipotence driv'n,
In the flash and the long pealing roll,
In the rocking of earth, in the frowning of heav'n,
When the pillars of Nature seem trembling and riv'n,
'Twas a beam of delight to his soul.
As he wander'd (oh, Greece!) o'er thy once-hallow'd ground,
And stood on the warrior's grave,
He heard but the voice of oppression around,
And saw but the home of the slave,—
As he gaz'd through the vistas of ages gone by,
In the glory and pride of the world,—
As he gaz'd on the ruins that round him did lie,
It drew from his bosom a sorrowful sigh,
Where Tyranny's flag was unfurl'd.
He tun'd his wild harp o'er the ruins of Greece,
His strains were impassion'd and strong,
They solac'd his heart like a seraph of Peace,
While her freedom arose with his song.
And when the bright sun of their freedom arose,
His heart full of rapture ador'd,
The morning had dawn'd on their fatal repose,
Their slumbers were broken, they rush'd on their foes,
To shiver the chains they abhorr'd.
Did he fall in the struggle when Greece would be free?
'Twas a star blotted out on their shore,
But his hovering spirit yet triumphs with thee,
Though his brave arm can aide thee no more.
He expired as the torch of thy glory grew bright,
In the glorious noon of his day;
His triumph was short, like the meteor of night,
As it flashes o'er heav'n with its long train of light—
For, like it, he vanish'd away.
You have seen the bright summer's sun sink in the west,
And the glories that shrouded him there,
Like the splendours that dwell on the heav'n of the blest,
Immortal, unclouded, and fair.
So the halo of glory shall circle his name,
His wreath shall eternally bloom,
And Britain, triumphant, her Byron shall claim,
As he shines with the great in the temple of Fame,
The triumph of man o'er the tomb!