Laugh'd at heart and ribbons too,--Still 'twas Ia! le ralla, &c.
GOD, SOUL, AND WORLD.Rhymed DistichsProoemionThe Metamorphosis of Plants
If, loved one, we must sever'd be,Wouldst thou not wholly fly from me,I still possess this legacy,
'Midst the dance veering,
1772.-----THE DESTRUCTION OF MAGDEBURG.
Fain I'd think myself deluded
Like others, then, can grief, poor brook,
Golden phantasy!I became a hero true,
Thou sayest, to grow old my fate will be.Nought in God's presence changeth e'er,--
Glories that my flight first show'd to eye,When the wondrous steed my person bore
But the lonely one veilWithin thy gold clouds!Surround with winter-green,Until the roses bloom again,The humid locks,Oh Love, of thy minstrel!
That's the plan, I see now.In the town at once 'tis known,
Nor my bosom's pangs impart.
OH, would I resembled
But the youth divine outsprings