ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Robert Tannahill, "Ode, recited by the President of the Burns' Anniversary Society, Paisley" Scots Magazine 72 (February 1810) 127.
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
1794 ca.: Alexander Wilson
1807: Robert Burns
1810: Robert Burns
Again the happy day returns,
A day to Scotchmen ever dear,
Tho' bleakest of the changeful year,
It blest us with a BURNS.
Fierce the whirling blast may blow,
Drifting wide the crispy snow;
Rude the ruthless storm may sweep,
Howling round our mountains steep,
While the heavy lashing rains,
Swell our rivers, drench our plains,
And the angry ocean roars
Round our broken, craggy shores,
But mindful of our poet's worth,
We hail the honour'd day that gave him Birth.
Come, ye Vot'ries of the Lyre,
Trim the torch of heav'nly fire,
Raise the song in Scotia's praise,
Sing anew her bonnie braes,
Sing her thousand siller streams,
Bickering to the sunny beams;
Sing her songs beyond compare,
Sing her dochters peerless fair;
Sing, till winter's storms be o'er,
The matchless Bards that sung before;
And I, the meanest of the muses train,
Shall join my feeble aid to swell the strain.
Dear Scotia, tho' thy clime be cauld,
Thy sons were ever brave and bauld,
Thy dochters, modest, kind, and leal,
The fairest in creation's fiel';
Alike inur'd to every toil,
Thou'rt foremost in the battle broil,
Prepar'd alike in peace or weir,
To guide the plow or weild the spear;
As the mountain torrent raves,
Dashing thro' its rugged caves,
So the Scottish Legions pour,
Dreadful, in th' avenging hour:
But when Peace, with kind accord,
Bids them sheath the sated sword,
See them in their native vales,
Jocund as the summer gales,
Cheering labour all the day,
With some merry roundelay.
Dear Scotia, tho' thy nights be drear,
When surly Winter rules the year,
Around thy cottage hearths are seen,
The glow of health, the cheerful mien;
The mutual glance that fondly share
A neibour's joys, a neibour's cares.
Here oft, while raves the wind and weet,
The canty lads and lasses meet,
Sae light of heart, sae full of glee,
Their gaits sae artless and sae free,
The hours of joy come dancin' on,
To share their frolic and their fun.
Here many a song and jest goes round,
With tales of ghosts, and rites profound,
Perform'd, in dreary, wizzard glen,
By runkl'd hags and warlock men;
Or of the hell-fee'd crew combin'd
Carousing on the midnight wind,
On some infernal errand bent,
While darkness shrouds their black intent.
But chiefly BURNS, thy songs delight,
To charm the weary winter night,
And bid the lingering moments flee,
Without a care, unless for thee,
Wha sang sae sweet, and dee't sae soon,
And sought the native sphere aboon.
Thy "Lovely Jean," thy "Nannie O,"
Thy much-lov'd "Caledonia,"
Thy "Wat ye wha's in yonder town,"
Thy "Banks and braes o' bonnie Doon";
Thy "Shepherdess on Afton braes,"
Thy "Logan lassie's bitter waes,"
Are a' gane o'er, sae sweetly tun'd,
That e'en the storm, pleas'd with the sound,
Fa's lown, and sings, with eerie slight,
"O let me in this ae, ae night."
Alas! our best, our dearest Bard,
How poor, how great was his reward!
Unaided, he has fixt his name,
Immortal in the rolls of fame;
Yet who can hear without a tear,
What sorrows wrung his manly breast,
To see his little, helpless, filial band,
Imploring succour from a father's hand,
And there no succour near?
Himself, the while, with sick'ning woes opprest,
Fast hast'ning on to where the weary rest:
For this let Scotia's bitter tears atone,
She reck'd not half his worth till he was gone.