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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
YOUR poem must eternal be,
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
With ǎ leap and ǎ bound the swift Anăpăsts throng;
If Derwent be innocent, steady, and wise,
With sound sense in his brains, may make Derwent a poet,―
May crown him with fame, and must win him the
Of his father on earth and his Father above.
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
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
In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery co
In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
TO THE YOUNG ARTIST, KAYSER OF
KAYSER! to whom, as to a second self,
Well hast thou given the thoughtful Poet's face!
A more delightful portrait left behind—
Be wise! be happy! and forget not me.
SLY Beelzebub took all occasions
And the sly Devil did not take his spouse.
But Heaven that brings out good from evil,
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---
Νήπιοι, οὐκ ἴσασιν ὅσῳ πλέον ἥμισυ πάντος.--Hesiod.
WHAT a spring-tide of Love to dear friends in a
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
Of which he who has not a little too much,
Will by Charity's gage surely have much too
HUMILITY THE MOTHER OF CHARITY.
FRAIL creatures are we all! To be the best,
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
O gifts beyond all price, no sooner given
1 By a friend.