THE KNIGHT'S TOMB.

WHERE is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn?
Where may the grave of that good man be?—
By the side of a spring, on the breast of Helvellyn,
Under the twigs of a young birch tree!

The oak that in summer was sweet to hear,
And rustled its leaves in the fall of the year,
And whistled and roared in the winter alone,

Is gone, and the birch in its stead is grown.-
The Knight's bones are dust,

And his good sword rust;—

His soul is with the saints, I trust.

1802.

METRICAL FEET. LESSON FOR A BOY.

TROCHEE trips from lōng to shōrt;

From long to long in solemn sort

Slow Spōndée stalks; strōng foot! yet ill able Evěr to come up with Dactyl trisÿllăblě. Ïāmbĭcs mārch from shōrt to lōng;—

With ǎ leap and ǎ bōund, the swift Anăpăsts throng;

One syllable long, with one short at each side, Amphibrǎchys hastes with ǎ stately stride;— First and last being long, middlě shōrt, Amphĭmacer

Strikes his thūndering hoofs like ǎ proud high bred 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.

1807.

A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER.

ERE on my bed my limbs I lay,

God grant me grace my prayers to say:
O God! preserve my mother dear

In strength and health for many a year;
And, O! preserve my father too,
And may I pay him reverence due;
And may I my best thoughts employ
To be my parents' hope and joy;
And, O! preserve my brothers both
From evil doings and from sloth,
And may we always love each other,
Our friends, our father, and our mother:
And still, O Lord, to me impart
An innocent and grateful heart,
That after my great sleep I may
Awake to thy eternal day!

Amen.

1808.

COMPLAINT.

How seldom, Friend! a good great man inherits
Honour or wealth, with all his worth and pains!
It sounds like stories from the land of spirits,
If any man obtain that which he merits,
Or any merit that which he obtains.

REPROOF.

FOR shame, dear Friend! renounce this canting strain!

What wouldst thou have a good great man obtain? Place-titles-salary-a gilded chain

Or throne of corses which his sword hath slain?Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man?-three treasures, love and light,

And calm thoughts, regular as infant's breath ;And three firm friends, more sure than day and night—

Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.

1809.

PSYCHE.

THE butterfly the ancient Grecians made
The soul's fair emblem, and its only name-
But of the soul, escaped the slavish trade
Of mortal life!—For in this earthly frame
Our's is the reptile's lot, much toil, much blame,
Manifold motions making little speed,

And to deform and kill the things whereon we feed.

1808.

AN ODE TO THE RAIN.

COMPOSED BEFORE DAYLIGHT, ON THE MORNING APPOINTED FOR THE DEPARTURE OF A VERY WORTHY, BUT NOT VERY PLEASANT VISITOR, WHOM IT WAS FEARED

THE RAIN MIGHT DETAIN.

I KNOW it is dark; and though I have lain
Awake, as I guess, an hour or twain,

I have not once opened the lids of my eyes,
But I lie in the dark, as a blind man lies.
O Rain! that I lie listening to,