1803.*(Gracefully in infinitum.)-----THE HAPPY COUPLE.
A soldier's glad lot!
No longer dared to croak or spring;But promised, being half asleep,If suffer'd to the air to creep,
Leave me alone on rock, in moor and heath;But courage! open lies the world to you,
To itself abandon'd quite,Lies a bosom, truthful, loving,--
To the hand but wont to stealO'er the lyre in gentle mood.From the sparkling waterfalls,From the brook that purling calls,Shall Silenus' loathsome beastBe allow'd at will to feast?Aganippe's * wave he sipsWith profane and spreading lips,--With ungainly feet stamps madly,Till the waters flow on sadly.
With me I bring the one thing needful--love.
With hollow eyes. and grinning all;They bade him taste the fare.
From out a hill of clouds the moon