Happily teach thee the word, which may the mystery solve!Closely observe how the plant, by little and little progressing,
The foaming abyss gapes wide, and whirls round,
VENETIAN EPIGRAMS.(Written in 1790.)-----URN and sarcophagus erst were with life adorn'd by the heathen
As the Count quits the gateway by stealth?O'er what is his mantle so hastily thrown?
Glowing as the wine;Almost unto death I loved.
The one his pleasures around him strews,
And sees with triumphHow the maiden shudders,The youth, how mourns he,On passing by.
And each page thine own will be!
Fullness waxes in my breastOf emotions social, blest;Friendship's nurtured膌ove awakes,--And the silence Phoebus breaksOf his mountains, of his vales,Sweetly blow the balmy gales;All for whom he shows affection,Who are worthy his protection,Gladly follow his direction.
His castle still rear'd its proud head,But servants and wealth had all fled.
That night of love to thy mother!'"