ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Anonymous, "Monody on the Death of Lord Byron" The Minerva [New York] NS 2 (30 October 1824) 63.
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
The siroc's hush'd! with hoarsely swelling roar
Sweeps the foam-crested billow to the shore:
The storm-cloud heaves its covering height away,
And yields its terrors to returning day.
When the last murmur of the storm blown o'er,
The fainting sob of the expiring gale,
And mellowing thunders which return no more,
Swell like expiring grandeur's funeral wail,
What human heart but inly deeply feels
The oppressive power of silence, as she steals
Like some lone widow where the fight has been,
With slow and faltering step upon the scene?
Byron! thou mighty master of the storm,
Thy voice of thunder peals no more — to warm
With lightning blaze the wilderness of thought
Through which thy rushing wing has sped, and to thwart
The appalled traveller in his dark'ning course
The uprooting wind has ceased; thy torrent force
Of flooding imagery no longer swells,
Gone with the shadow of its fading source
The cold, dark cloud wherein thy power dwells
In that deep feeling of the storm blown o'er,
When its lull'd thunders shall awake no more,
Do we not morn the mighty spirit flown
From mortal confine! a vast meteor grown
Too bright for this star — seeks again its flight,
So soon envelop'd in the clouds of night,
Remember only that a hurtful gas
From putrid fen or from the dark morass,
Has form'd that meteor? When with just amaze
We mark the eagle with unshrinking gaze
Eyeing the sun and wheeling midst his rays,
From her proud, airy height shall fancy bend
To think the eagle can't at times descend
And "prey on garbage?"
The storm's grandeur gone,
Shall we then brood upon its gloom alone?
Who, in the agitation which pervades
Shall trembling nature, when her terror fades
Into a sunny smile — sees not her charms,
Her beauties heightened by her late alarms?
In the wild grandeur of the foaming wave,
The rising bound of the o'ercharged bough,
The glistening of the pearly drops which lave
Fresh flowers all perished with drowth till now.
Oblivion shears the horrors of the storm,
The scathed oak and lightning riven rock;
Or if (when startled o'er their prostrate form)
Nervous imagination hears the shock
Which laid them low — she breathes a timid prayer
To Him who bids the thunder strike or spare.
The eagle's wing is furled! the meteor's flight
Sinks in the darkness of a starless night
The storm is hushed! from the storm-spirit's hand
Beneath whose touch the soul of nature rose,
Is crush'd in that cold hand's convulsive close.
Hark to the deep and melancholy sound!
In earthly chorus fills the air around
With plaintive murmurs o'er yon new-raised grave,
The spirits in the elements who dwell
Are chanting parted grandeur's funeral knell.
"Byron's no more!" Raise high the mournful wail,
Let the heart sigh of nature swell the gale.
Mourn o'er him, Nature; free-born Fancy, mourn;
Weep, widow'd Contemplation, o'er his urn:
For though affection joins not in the throng,
And social feelings still maintain their wrong—
All grateful Liberty and the exalted Nine,
A wreath of glory for his brows shall twine;
And fame midst empires' tombs point mighty genius thine.