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If Derwent be innocent, steady, and wise,
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.
THE HOMERIC HEXAMETER DESCRIBED
STRONGLY it bears us along in swelling and limitless
billows, Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and
THE OVIDIAN ELEGIAC METRE DESCRIBED
In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column; In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
TO THE YOUNG ARTIST, KAYSER OF
KAYSER! to whom, as to a second self,
Sly Beelzebub took all occasions
His camels, horses, asses, cows-
But heaven that brings out good from evil,
Had predetermined to restore
His children, camels, horses, cows
ON A VOLUNTEER SINGER.
Swans sing before they die: 'twere no bad thing,
ON AN INSIGNIFICANT.
'Tis Cypher lies beneath this crust-
Νήπιοι, ουκ ίσασιν όσω πλέον ήμισυ 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 :-
To God, thy conscience, and the grave.
ON AN INFANT
WHICH DIED BEFORE BAPTISM.
Be, rather than be called, a child of God,"
The baby bowed, without demur,
Possessor, not inheritor.
ON BERKELEY AND FLORENCE COLERIDGE,
WHO DIED ON THE 16TH OF JANUARY, 1834.'
O FRAIL as sweet! twin buds, too rathe to bear
The winter's unkind air;
Than straight required by heaven;
To deck my brow, or sent
? By a friend.
Untainted from the earth, as Christ's, to soar,
And add two spirits more
Beneath the Almighty's eye ;-
A father's heart ye fill;
Hath suck'd your balmy breath,
Is buried in yon grave.
To die, for them was gain,
Had marrd God's light within.
-E cælo descendit yvūOL DEQÜTóv.-Juvenal.
Γνώθι σεαυτόν ! – and is this the prime
Haply thou mayst know what thyself had made. What hast thou, Man, that thou dar'st call thine
own?What is there in thee, Man, that can be known ?-Dark Aluxion, all unfixable by thought, A phantom dim of past and future wrought, Vain sister of the worm,-life, death, soul, clodIgnore thyself, and strive to know thy God!