Pallidula, rigida, nudula,

Nec ut soles dabis Jocos.

Translation.

Ah! gentle, fleeting, wav'ring sprite!

Friend and associate of this clay,

To what unknown region borne,

Wilt thou now wing thy distant flight?

No more with wonted humour gay,

But pallid, cheerless, and forlorn.

1806.

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TO MARY.

Rack'd by the flames of jealous rage,

By all her torments deeply curst,

Of hell-born passions far the worst,

What hope my pangs can now assuage?

2.

I tore me from thy circling arms,

To madness fir'd by doubts and fears,

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