ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
C. T. R., "On the Death of Lord Byron" The New-York Mirror 5 (21 July 1827) 16.
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
C. T. R.:
1827: Lord Byron
And art thou gone, imperial shade,
Whose living strain so lately breathed—
Has thy wild lyre so soon bequeathed
Its echoes to the dead?
Art gone indeed? Then fare thee well—
No living bard like thee can tell,
By poesy's resistless spell,
To charm life's melancholy glade!
Oh say 'tis but a baseless dream
Thy death's abhorred phantasma shows—
In form unreal by thee flows
The phlegethontic stream;
But no: — I see too strongly clear
Thine altered form like mist appear—
And feel, in agony of fear,
Thine eyes' unearthly gleam!
How each pale shade affrighted flies
The living lightning of thy frown;
While thou, erect, lookest sternly down,
Contempt fierce flashing from thine eyes!
Even there thy kingly pride will wield
The sceptre of that shadowy field,
Nor to its grim-browed monarch yield
Homage or sacrifice!
Why this is well: the quickening blood
Thrills warmer through each swelling vein,
To think that genius thus should reign,
Even on the shore of that dark flood
Those countless hovering shadows bow
Before the splendour of his brow;
And recreant millions grovel now
Where but so late they stood.
The gloom hath gone that hung before,
Impenetrably dark around;
And in eternal midnight bound
The lightless Stygian shore:
Where hath it fled? for now behold!
Above, beneath, around him rolled,
Clouds upon clouds, like burning gold,
Their sunny radiance pour!
And a faint dawning smile appears,
'Mid the deep paleness of his cheek;
All cheerless, lustreless, and weak—
As struggling through a shroud of tears;
It brightens, and his eye grows red,
As through the silence of the dead,
With iron tramp, a well-known tread
And well known sigh he hears.
'Tis his own comrade; wild and deep
Is the sad gloom that shades his brow;
And see — another passes now,
The turbanned Alp hath broke from sleep!
Mazepha too, and Cain, are there,
And Manfred, mystic lord of air;
And see that maid, with streaming hair,
O'er headless Ugo weep.
Another, yet another — lo,
Sardanapalus, crowned with flowers,
And fairer than the rosy hours—
Ionian Myrrha hides her wo—
And dark-browed Harold joins the train
With smile that ill conceals his pain.
Oh! when will such another strain
Of mingled sweetness flow!
But list! another step draws nigh—
The last but not the least is here—
See smiling Juan's shade appear,
With youth and joy in his bright eye;
The soil and erring Julia, too,
Wilt, shrinking blush stands forth to view—
And young Haidee, too fair, too true,
Heaves her soul-piercing sigh!
The imperial bride, Gulbeyaz, frowns,
Constrained the ignoble crowd to join—
And Leila, from th' embattled line,
Her loved preserver smiling owns:—
And here they stand — and here, beside
Their lord; his varying cheek now dyed
In crimson — now all cold in pride—
And now, subdued, he groans:
Heard ye that groan? It was not loud
Nor shrill, but would have pierced the ear
Of death upon the charnel bier,
Waking the corse within its shroud!
'Twas horrible! — so deadly deep,
The startled bearer could not weep—
It seemed through the hot brain to sweep
Like to some blasting cloud!
It was but one; that giant heart
Disdains the vulgar show of grief—
Nor even a moment's short relief
Would a world's sympathy impart.
'Tis silent: and the veil again
Of horrid darkness shrouds the glen—
But deeper o'er the sons of men
Descends, when such as he depart!