ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
T., "Elegiac Stanzas on Lord Byron" Literary Magnet 1 (1824) 319.
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
Let the spirit of song pour the accents of sorrow,
O'er the cold urn of BYRON, her favourite child;
Each muse from her lyre grief's expression shall borrow,
The strain shall be solemn, the notes shall be wild.
In youth's early dawn, on the brow of the mountain
He drank inspiration, pure nature his theme;
And wand'ring entranc'd by the gush of the fountain,
He mus'd in the rapture of poesy's dream.
The dominion of passion, the empire of feeling,
Each pulse of the heart own'd his magic control;
To his eye wanton fancy her treasures revealing,
The bright flame of genius enkindled his soul.
"Hours of Indolence" then to the Muse were devoted,
To her inspirations each feeling was strung;
On the breeze of the morning the harmony floated,
With the rude voice of echo his native woods rung.
The stores of tradition, the legends of story,
By his magic touch liv'd again in the page,
The heroes of Ossian reviv'd in their glory,
And started to life as the chiefs of the age.
To him the rude tempest, that swept o'er the billow,
Bore the voice of the spirit that rode on the storm;
And reclin'd on the rock, the wild heath for his pillow,
With the pen of the poet he painted its form.
But not the rude scenes of his youthful seclusion
Alone warm'd his fancy, and liv'd in his heart;
There the young buds of feeling then blush'd in profusion,
The offspring of nature, untainted by art.
By culture improv'd, their perfection unfolding,
Disclos'd a heart fraught with love of mankind;
By the tendrils of love to each youthful friend holding,
Their thoughts were united, their motives entwin'd.
Thus passed buoyant youth, — and as manhood succeeded,
The stream of his ardour less rapidly flow'd;
The shoals of experience its torrent impeded,
And the thick weeds of sorrow no passage allow'd.
To far distant lands as an exile he wander'd,
To realms that to classic remembrance are dear;
There o'er the cold ashes of heroes he ponder'd,
And drop'd to their manes the eloquent tear.
"Childe Harold" shall tell of each highly wrought feeling,
As o'er the mementos of ages he stray'd;
When the deep shades of night o'er the landscape were stealing,
And the tribute to each mournful relic he paid.
To these scenes ow'd the "Giaour" its soul-thrilling beauty,
The sky-piercing mountain, the ravine's deep shade,
Where the bandit, unaw'd by remorse or by duty,
To the shaggy-mouth'd cavern condemn'd the sweet maid.
The "Bride of Abydos," the "Corsair's" proud daring,
Bespoke a soul worthy of deathless renown;
He saw not the chalice that fate was preparing,
Or knew not the draught had been doom'd as his own.
The dark clouds of grief o'er his destiny hover'd,
Though the sunshine of Hope still illumin'd his way;
The tempest that broke on the morrow discover'd,
The deceitful illusion that brighten'd to-day.
With disgust, from the land of his birth he retreated,
A wand'rer once more doom'd in exile to roam;
His prospects were blighted, each hope was defeated,
And he sought among strangers a rest and a home.
But the morn of that genius was blasted by sorrow,
O'er its noon a dark shadow misanthropy cast;
And it sought from the dreams of delusion to borrow,
A balm that might sweeten the woes of the past.
But let not the Muse from fond memory banish
A name that shall flourish in ages to come;
With his life may this blot on his character vanish,
And the tear of compassion be shed on his tomb!