The charities, that soothe, and heal, and bless, Are scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers.

The Prelude.

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
But to be young was very Heaven.

HON. WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER.

1772-1834.

Lines to Lady A. Hamilton.

Too late I stayed,

forgive the crime;

Unheeded flew the hours.

How noiseless falls the foot of time,

That only treads on flowers.

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE.

1772-1834.

The Ancient Mariner.

Part i.

And listens like a three years child.

Part ii.

We were the first that ever burst

Into that silent sea.

As idle as a painted ship

Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.

Part iv.

Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide, wide sea.

Part v.

A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June.

Part vii.

He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.

He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things, both great and small.

A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.

Christabel.

Part i.

And the Spring comes slowly up this way.

Part ii.

Alas! they had been friends in youth;
But whispering tongues can poison truth;
And constancy lives in realms above;
And life is thorny; and youth is vain;
And to be wroth with one we love,
Doth work like madness in the brain.

Fears in Solitude.

Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place,
(Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism,

Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon,
Drops his blue fringed lids, and holds them close,
And hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven,
Cries out, "Where is it?"

The Devil's Thoughts.

And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin,

Is pride that apes humility.

Love.

Porson's (?) show!

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,

All are but ministers of Love,

And feed his sacred flame.

Translated from Schiller
i.

THE HOMERIC HEXAMETER.

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.

In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column;
In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.

Fears in Solitude.

Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place,
(Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism,

Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon,
Drops his blue fringed lids, and holds them close,
And hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven,
Cries out, "Where is it?"

The Devil's Thoughts.

And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin,

Is pride that apes humility.

Love.

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,

All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.

OVIDIAN ELEGIAC METRE.

rises the fountain's silvery column;

raye falling in melody back.