For tho' gin and whiskey

May make you feel frisky,
They're but crimps to Dispipsy;
And nose to tail, with this gipsy

Comes, black as a porpus,
The diabolus ipse,

Call'd Cholery Morpus;

[to feed him,

Who with horns, hoofs, and tail, croaks for carrion Tho' being a Devil, no one never has seed him!

Ah! then my dear honies,
There's no cure for you
For loves nor for monies:-
You'll find it too true.

Och the hallabaloo !

Och! och! how you'll wail,
When the offal-fed vagrant
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,
That will twist you like Samson.

So without further blethring,
Dear mudlarks! my brethren!
Of all scents and degrees,
(Yourselves and your shes)
Forswear all cabal, lads,
Wakes, unions, and rows,
Hot dreams, and cold salads

And don't pig in sties 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,

All well defined, and several stinks!

Ye Nymphs that reign o'er sewers and sinks, The river Rhine, it is well known,

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-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.

Trōchěe trips from lōng 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 lõng, middlě shōrt, Amphi-
[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.

Could

My dear, dear child!

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.

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,