Greets thee a thousand times!Oft stoop'd I, and caress'd it,
[Da Capo.] 1803.*-----
ALEXIS AND DORA.
Where more fair is Nature s face,
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.
Of the room
Parts us not a second time.
WHEN the vine again is blowing,
None are hither wending.