He at last brings the cramps on, Hot dreams, and cold salads, And don't pig in styes that would suffocate sows ! Quit Cobbett's, O'Connell's and Beelzebub's banners, And whitewash at once bowels, rooms, hands, and IN Köhln, a town of monks and bones, And pavements fang'd with murderous stones, All well defined, and several stinks ! Doth wash your city of Cologne ; But tell me, Nymphs! what power divine ON MY JOYFUL DEPARTURE FROM THE SAME CITY. As I am rhymer, And now at least a merry one, Mr. Mum's Rudesheimer And the church of St. Geryon Are the two things alone That deserve to be known In the body and soul-stinking town of Cologne. WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM. PARRY seeks the polar ridge; Rhymes seeks S. T. Coleridge, Author of works, whereof-though not in DutchThe public little knows—the publisher too much. METRICAL FEET. LESSON FOR A BOY. TROCHEE trips from long to shōrt; From long to long in solemn sort Slow Spōndee stalks; strong foot! yet ill able With ǎ leap and ǎ bound the swift Anăpăsts thrōng; First and last being lõng, middlě shōrt, Amphĭmācer Strikes his thundering hoofs like å proud highbrěd Rācer. If 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. My dear, dear child! Could you stand upon Skiddaw, you would not from its whole ridge See a man who so loves you as your fond S. T. COLERIDGE. THE HOMERIC HEXAMETER DESCRIBED AND EXEMPLIFIED.* STRONGLY it bears us along in swelling and limitless billows, Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and the Ocean. IN THE OVIDIAN ELEGIAC METRE DESCRIBED AND EXEMPLIFIED.* N the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column; In the pentameter aye falling in melody back. * Translated from Schiller. Printed in Friendship's Offering, 1834. TO THE YOUNG ARTIST, KAYSER OF KASERWERTH. KAYSER! to whom, as to a second self, Well hast thou given the thoughtful Poet's face! Be wise be happy! and forget not me. 1833. JOB'S LUCK.* SLY Beelzebub took all occasions To try Job's constancy and patience; And the sly Devil did not take his spouse. * Printed in The Morning Post, Sept. 26, 1801, with the title of The Devil Outwitted; and somewhat differently in The Keepsake for 1829. But Heaven that brings out good from evil, His children, camels, horses, cows,- ON AN INSIGNIFICANT. 'TIS Cypher lies beneath this crust Whom Death created into dust. PROFUSE KINDNESS. Νήπιοι οὐκ ἴσασιν ὅσῳ πλέον ἥμισυ πάντος.—Hesiod. WHAT a spring-tide of Love to dear friends in a shoal! Half of it to one were worth double the whole! CHARITY IN THOUGHT. To praise men as good, and to take them for such, 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 gauge surely have much too little. |