4.

    Common | Sense went | on,
    Many | wise things | saying;
    While the | light that | shone,
    Soon set | Genius | straying.

    5.

    One his eye ne’er | rais’d
    From the | path be | -fore him;
    T’ other | idly | gaz’d
    On each | night-cloud | o’er him.

    6.

    While I | touch the | string,
    Wreathe my | brows with | laurel;
    For the | tale I | sing,
    Has, for | once, a | moral!

    7.

    So they | came, at | last,
    To a | shady | river;
    Common | Sense soon |pass’d
    Safe,—­as | he doth | ever.

    8.

    While the | boy whose | look
    Was in | heav’n that | minute,
    Never | saw the | brook,—­
    But tum | _-bled head_ | _-long in it_.”
       Six Stanzas from Twelve.—­MOORE’S MELODIES, p. 271.

This short measure is much oftener used in stanzas, than in couplets.  It is, in many instances, combined with some different order or metre of verse, as in the following:—­

Example III.—­Part of a Song.

   “Go where | glory | waits thee,
    But while | fame e | -lates thee,
        Oh! still | remem | -ber me. 
    When the | praise thou | meetest,
    To thine | ear is | sweetest,
        Oh! then | remem | -ber me. 
    Other | arms may | press thee,
    Dearer | friends ca | -ress thee,
    All the | joys that | bless thee,
        Sweeter | far may | be: 
    But when | friends are | nearest,
    And when | joys are | dearest,
        Oh! then | remem | -ber me.

    When, at | eve, thou | rovest,
    By the | star thou | lovest,
        Oh! then | remem | -ber me. 
    Think when | home re | -turning,
    Bright we’ve | seen it | burning;
        Oh! thus | remem | -ber me. 
    Oft as | summer | closes,
    When thine | eye re | -poses
    On its | ling’ring | roses,
        Once so | loved by | thee,
    Think of | her who | wove them,
    Her who | made thee | love them;
        Oh! then | remem | -ber me.” 
        MOORE’S Melodies, Songs, and Airs, p. 107.

Example IV.—­From an Ode to the Thames.

   “On thy | shady | margin,
    Care its | load dis | -charging,
      Is lull’d | to gen | -tle rest: 

    Britain | thus dis | -arming,
    Nothing | her a | -larming,
      Shall sleep on Cae | -sar’s breast.” 
        See ROWE’S POEMS:  Johnson’s British Poets, Vol. iv, p. 58.

Example V.—­“The True Poet”—­First Two of Nine Stanzas.

    1. 
    “Poet | of the | heart,
       Delving | in its | mine,
     From man | -kind a | -part,
       Yet where | jewels | shine;
    Heaving | upward | to the | light,
    Precious | wealth that | charms the | sight;