Slow Spondée stalks; strong foot! yet ill able
Evěr to come up with Dactyl trisÿllǎblě.

Iambics march from short to long ;

:

With ǎ leap and ǎ bound the swift Anăpăsts throng; One syllable long, with one short at each side, Amphibrǎchys hastes with ǎ stately stride;

macer

First and last being lõng, middle shōrt, Amphi[bred Racer. Strikes his thundering hoofs like ǎ proud highIf Derwent be innocent, steady, and wise,

And delight in the things of earth, water, and skies; Tender warmth at his heart, with these metres to

show it,

With sound sense in his brains, may make Derwent a poet,

May crown him with fame, and must win him the love Of his father on earth and his Father above.

Could

My dear, dear child!

, you

you stand upon Skiddaw, would not from
its whole ridge

See a man who so loves you as your fond S. T.
COLERIDGE.

TRANSLATED FROM SCHILLER.*

I. THE HOMERIC HEXAMETER DESCRIBED AND

STRO

EXEMPLIFIED.

TRONGLY it bears us along in swelling and limitless billows,

Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and the Ocean.

* See note at the end.

II. THE OVIDIAN ELEGIAC METRE DESCRIBED

AND EXEMPLIFIED.

N the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column;

IN

In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.

TO THE YOUNG ARTIST, KAYSER OF

K

KASERWERTH.

AYSER! to whom, as to a second self,
Nature, or Nature's next-of-kin, the Elf,
Hight Genius, hath dispensed the happy skill
To cheer or soothe the parting friend's alas!
Turning the blank scroll to a magic glass,
That makes the absent present at our will;
And to the shadowing of thy pencil gives
Such seeming substance, that it almost lives:-

Well hast thou given the thoughtful Poet's face!
Yet hast thou on the tablet of his mind
A more delightful portrait left behind-

Ev'n thy own youthful beauty, and artless grace,
Thy natural gladness and eyes bright with glee!
Kayser! farewell!

Be wise! be happy! and forget not me.

1833.

JOB'S LUCK.

LY Beelzebub took all occasions

To try Job's constancy and patience;
He took his honours, took his health,
He took his children, took his wealth,
His camels, horses, asses, cows—

And the sly Devil did not take his spouse.

But Heaven that brings out good from evil,
And loves to disappoint the Devil,
Had predetermined to restore
Twofold all Job had before,

His children, camels, horses, cows—
Short-sighted Devil, not to take his spouse !

ON A VOLUNTEER SINGER.

WANS sing before they die: 'twere no bad thing,

SWA

they

ON AN INSIGNIFICANT.

IS Cypher lies beneath this crust,
Whom Death created into dust.

TIS

PROFUSE KINDNESS.

Νήπιοι, οὐκ ἴσασιν ὅσῳ πλέον ἡμισυ πάντος.—Hesiod.

HAT a spring-tide of Love to dear friends

WHA

in a
shoal!

Half of it to one were worth double the whole !

CHARITY IN THOUGHT.

O praise men as good, and to take them for such,

T°

Is a grace, which no soul can mete out to a tittle;— Of which he who has not a little too much,

Will by Charity's gage surely have much too little.

HUMILITY THE MOTHER OF CHARITY.

F

RAIL creatures are we all! To be the best,
Is but the fewest faults to have :-

Look thou then to thyself, and leave the rest
To God, thy conscience, and the grave.

ON AN INFANT

WHICH DIED BEFORE BAPTISM.

97

BE, rather than be called, a child of God,"

Death whispered!—with assenting nod,

Its head upon its mother's breast,

The Baby bowed, without demur

Of the kingdom of the Blest

Possessor, not inheritor.

ON BERKELEY AND FLORENCE
COLERIDGE.

WHO DIED ON THE 16TH. OF JANUARY, 1834.1

OFRAIL as sweet! twin buds, too rathe to bear

The Winter's unkind air;

O gifts beyond all price, no sooner given
Than straight required by Heaven;
Matched jewels, vainly for a moment lent
To deck my brow, or sent

Untainted from the earth, as Christ's, to soar
And add two spirits more

To that dread band seraphic, that doth lie
Beneath the Almighty's eye;—

Glorious the thought-yet ah! my babes, ah! still
A father's heart ye fill;

Though cold ye lie in earth-though gentle death Hath suck'd your balmy breath,

And the last kiss which your fair cheeks I gave

Is buried in yon grave.

No tears-no tears-I wish them not again;

To die for them was gain,

Ere Doubt, or Fear, or Woe, or act of Sin

Had marred God's light within.

PSYCHE.

HE butterfly the ancient Grecians made

TH

The soul's fair emblem, and its only name

But of the soul, escaped the slavish trade

Of mortal life!-For in this earthly frame