My dear delight, my Ursula, and where Art thou departed, to what land, what sphere? High o'er the heavens wert thou borne, to stand One little cherub midst the cherub band?...
"Virtue is but a trifle!" Brutus said In his defeat; nor was he cozened. What man did his own goodness e'er advance Or piety preserve from evil chance? Some unknown foe confuses men's affairs;...
I think no father under any sky More fondly loved a daughter than did I, And scarcely ever has a child been born Whose loss her parents could more justly mourn. Unspoiled and neat, obedient at all times,...
Ursula, winsome child, I would that I Had never had thee if thou wert to die So early. For with lasting grief I pay, Now thou hast left me, for thy sweet, brief stay....
Where are those gates through which so long ago Orpheus descended to the realms below To seek his lost one? Little daughter, I Would find that path and pass that ford whereby...
Long through the night hours sorrow was my guest And would not let my fainting body rest, Till just ere dawn from out its slow dominions Flew sleep to wrap me in its dear dusk pinions....
Golden-locked Erato, and thou, sweet lute, The comfort of the sad and destitute, Calm thou my sorrow, lest I too become A marble pillar shedding through the dumb But living stone my almost bloody tears,...