The simple shepherd's love is still
To bask upon a sunny hill,

The herdsman roams the vale-
With both their fancies I agree;
Be mine the swelling, scooping sea,
That is both hill and dale!

I yearn for that brisk spray--I yearn To feel the wave from stem to stern Uplift the plunging keel;

That merry step we used to dance

On board the Aidant or the Chance, The ocean toe and heel.'

I long to feel the steady gale
That fills the broad distended sail—
The seas on either hand!

My thought, like any hollow shell,
Keeps mocking at my ear the swell
Of waves against the land.

It is no fable-that old strain
Of syrens!-so the witching main
Is singing and I sigh!
My heart is all at once inclined
To seaward-and I seem to find
The waters in my eye!

Methinks I see the shining beach;
The merry waves, each after each,
Rebounding o'er the flints;

I spy the grim preventive spy !
The jolly boatmen standing nigh!
The maids in morning chintz !

And there they float-the sailing craft! The sail is up-the wind abaft

The ballast trim and neat. Alas! 'tis all a dream—a lie! A printer's imp is standing by, To haul my mizzen sheet!

My tiller dwindles to a pen-
My craft is that of bookish men-
My sale-let Longman tell!
Adieu, the wave, the wind, the spray!
Men-maidens-chintzes-fade away!
Tom Woodgate, fare thee well!

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GREAT PEOPLE.

ODES.

ODE TO N. A. VIGORS, ESQ.,1

ON THE PUBLICATION OF “THE GARDENs and menaGERIE OF THE ZOOLOGICAL SOCIETY."

"Give you good den.”—SHAKESPEARE

So Mr. V.,—no Vigors-I beg pardon—
You've published your Zoological Garden!
A book of which I've heard a deal of talk,

And your Menagerie-indeed, 'tis bad o' me,
But I have never seen your Beast Academy!
Or set my feet

In Brute-on street,

Or ever wandered in your "Bird-cage Walk."

Yet, I believe that you were truly born
To be a kind of brutal overseer,
And, like the royal quarterings, appear
Between a lion and a unicorn :

There is a sort of reason about rhyme
That I have pondered many, many a time;
Where words, like birds of feather,
Likely to come together,

Are quite prophetically made to chime;