CHORUS OF PENITENT WOMEN.
How to explain this riddle? How?
Heathrose fair and tender,All array'd in youthful pride,--Quickly to the spot he hied,
Wild outcries flew about pell-mell;At length I managed to rush forth,
1827.*-----It matters not, I ween,
As to seek e'en strangers' lusts to please?"
[The Roman Elegies were written in the same year as the VenetianEpigrams--viz. 1790.]
Other guests to me now!Each arriving as he is--