That on young birds was feeding.
And thine image alone, Dora, by hope is disclos'd.Oft have I seen thee go, with modesty clad, to the temple,
HARK! the storm of hours draws near,Loudly to the spirit-earSigns of coming day appear.Rocky gates are wildly crashing,Phoebus' wheels are onward dashing;
The mighty bond was seal'd;In woods, on mountains cold,
If I'm at home or no.
Wail and flounder in my net,Straight returns my eager wish
Forming a judgment hasty,So served it up for people's fare,
Straight seize him, ye vassals of steel!To the dungeon most deep, with the fool-hardy knave!"
Wine and food are brought,
Instead of first thereon inscribing aught,
And I'm gladden'd by the throng;Yes, they're coming,--yes, descending
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.The German Parnassus.Lily's MenagerieTo CharlotteLove's DistressesThe MusagetesMorning LamentThe VisitThe Magic NetThe GobletTo the Grasshopper. After AnacreonFrom the Sorrows of Young WertherTrilogy of Passion :?
He loves, methinks, e'en to these glades so still,--
Scarce are closed his eyes,