Long I sat thus, full of heartfelt pleasureAt my love, and at her matchless merit;She had so delighted me while slumbering,That I could not venture to awake her.
I AM the bard known far and wide,The travell'd rat-catcher beside;A man most needful to this town,So glorious through its old renown.However many rats I see,How many weasels there may be,I cleanse the place from ev'ry one,All needs must helter-skelter run.
1798.-----THE MAID OF THE MILL'S REPENTANCE.
Where we in wrath first came,--The women, frightened then, of course,
Guests by night, and toil by day!
"No! for by this glowing flame I swear,
Should stop his breath,And 'neath his kisses
WHEN on thy pillow lying,
This be my pride,--this, life to me!