WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM.

PARRY seeks the polar ridge;

Rhymes seeks S. T. Coleridge,

Author of works, whereof-tho' not in DutchThe public little knows-the publisher too much

TO THE AUTHOR OF THE ANCIENT

MARINER.

YOUR poem must eternal be,
Dear Sir! it cannot fail!

For 'tis incomprehensible,

And without head or tail.

METRICAL FEET. LESSON FOR A BOY.

Trochĕe trips from long to shōrt;

From long to long in solemn sort

Slow Spōndee stalks; strong foot! yet ill able
Evěr to come up with Dactyl trĭsyllablě.
Iambics march from shōrt 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 ;---
First and last being long, middle short, Amphĭ-
[bred Racer.
Strikes his thundering hoofs like ǎ proud high-

macer

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.

TRANSLATED FROM SCHILLER.

I. 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.

II. THE OVIDIAN ELEGIAC METRE DESCRIBED

AND EXEMPLIFIED.

In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery co

lumn;

In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.

TO THE YOUNG ARTIST, KAYSER OF
KASERWERTH.

KAYSER! to whom, as to a second self,
Nature, or Nature's next-of-kin, the Elf,
Hight Genius, hath dispens'd 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.

SLY 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.

SWANS sing before they die: 'twere no bad thing, Should certain persons die before they sing.

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 gage surely have much too

little.

HUMILITY THE MOTHER OF CHARITY.

FRAIL 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.

"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

O FRAIL 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;
Match'd jewels, vainly for a moment lent
To deck my brow, or sent

1 By a friend.