I then was the servant of all:By this creature so charming I now am fast bound,To love and love's guerdon she turns all around,
Grant to thy child relief,And view with mercy this unhappy one!
"Oh when will return an hour like this?
For preferring vulgar dishes.
Why doth my lay name thee the last?Thee, from whom it began,Thee, in whom it endeth,Thee, from whom it flows,Jupiter Pluvius!Tow'rd thee streams my song.And a Castalian springRuns as a fellow-brook,Runs to the idle ones,Mortal, happy ones,Apart from thee,Who cov'rest me around,Jupiter Pluvius!
PALM Sunday at the Vatican
While he thus lives, in secret bless'd,Above him in the clouds doth restAn oak-wreath, verdant and sublime,Placed on his brow in after-time;While they are banish'd to the slough,Who their great master disavow.
1803.-----LOVER IN ALL SHAPES.
And yet, alas! can reach her ne'er.
Who has stirr'd my passion;Of his mistress let each think,