"I must seek my spouse so dear,
When Christ to Hell is seen to come.She snarls with rage, but needs must cowerBefore our mighty hero's power;
1772.-----THE DESTRUCTION OF MAGDEBURG.
THE stones in the streamlet I make my bright pillow,And open my arms to the swift-rolling billow,
Thou blessest gladly
ALL my weary days I pass'd
'Till brother and I learn it right;We long have been hoping a minstrel to meet,
Here lies the Dragon, trampled down,He lies, and feels God's angry frown,
'Neath the shadow of the lindens yonder,--
On to Oblivion's ocean flow!May no rapt boy recall you e'er,
Traced the figure of a lovely maiden,Fair in form, and clad in graceful fashion,Fresh the cheeks beneath her brown locks' ambush,And the cheeks possess'd the selfsame colourAs the finger that had served to paint them.
Love's sadness!Perchance some day thou'lt breathe of love