Works

Hence a while, severer Muses;
Spare your slaves till drear October.
Hence; for Alma Mater chooses
Not to be for ever sober:
But, like stately matron gray,
Calling child and grandchild round her,...

My parents bow, and lead them forth,
For all the crowd to see -
Ah well! the people might not care
To cheer a dwarf like me.

They little know how I could love,
How I could plan and toil,...