And if I pluck'd each flower that sweetest blows,— Five Acts of Parliament 'gainst private stealing! The Eighth Commandment was not made for CHOLERA CURED BEFORE-HAND. Or a premonition promulgated gratis for the use of the Useful Classes, specially those resident in St. Giles's, Saffron Hill, Bethnal Green, &c.; and likewise, inasmuch as the good man is merciful even to the beasts, for the benefit of the Bulls and Bears of the Stock Exchange. PAINS ventral, subventral, In stomach or entrail, But off to the doctor, fast as ye can crawl !— Yet far better 'twould be not to have them at all. Now to 'scape inward aches, May make you feel frisky, And nose to tail, with this gipsy Call'd Cholery Morpus; Who with horns, hoofs, and tail, croaks for carrion to feed him, Tho' being a Devil, no one never has seed him! Och! och! how you'll wail, Shall turn you as blue As the gas-light unfragrant, That gushes in jets from beneath his own tail ;'Till swift as the mail, 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 manners! COLOGNE. IN Köhln, a town of monks and bones, And pavements fang'd with murderous stones, And rags, and hags, and hideous wenches I counted two and seventy stenches, s; All well defined, and several stinks ! Doth wash your city of Cologne ; But tell me, Nymphs! what power divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine? 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 lõng to shōrt; Slow Spōndee stalks; strong foot! yet ill able With ǎ leap and ǎ bound the swift Anăpăsts thrōng; mācer Strikes his thundering hoofs like ǎ proud highbred Racer. 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. |