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. 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. THE OVIDIAN ELEGIAC METRE DESCRIBED AND EXEMPLIFIED. 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, Well hast thou given the thoughtful poet's face! Ev'n thy own youthful beauty, and artless grace, Be wise! be happy! and forget not me. 1833. JOB'S LUCK. SLY Beelzebub took all occasions But heaven that brings out good from evil, Had predetermined to restore Twofold all Job had before, His children, camels, horses, cowsShort-sighted devil, not to take his spouse! ON A VOLUNTEER SINGER. SWANS sing before they die: 'twere no bad thing, ON AN INSIGNIFICANT. "TIs Cypher lies beneath this crust- PROFUSE KINDNESS. Νήπιοι, οὐκ ἴσασιν όσω πλέον ἡμισυ 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, Will by charity's gage surely have much too little. HUMILITY THE MOTHER OF CHARITY. FRAIL creatures are we all! To be the best, Look thou then to thyself, and leave the rest ON AN INFANT WHICH DIED BEFORE BAPTISM. “BE, rather than be called, a child of God," Of the kingdom of the blest Possessor, not inheritor. ON BERKELEY AND FLORENCE COLERIDGE, O FRAIL as sweet! twin buds, too rathe to bear O gifts beyond all price, no sooner given Untainted from the earth, as Christ's, to soar, To that dread band seraphic, that doth lie Glorious the thought-yet ah! my babes, ah! still 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; Ere doubt, or fear, or woe, or act of sin Had marr❜d God's light within. -E cœlo descendit yvõi osaütóv.—Juvenal. Γνῶθι σεαυτὸν !—and is this the prime Haply thou mayst know what thyself had made. own? What is there in thee, Man, that can be known?— Dark fluxion, 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! |