Song by Rogero in “The Rovers” WHENE’ER with haggard eyes I view This Dungeon, that I’m rotting in, I think of those Companions true Who studied with me at the U— —NIVERSITY of Gottingen,— —NIVERSITY of Gottingen.(Weeps, and pulls out a blue kerchief, with which he wipes his eyes; gazing tenderly at it, he proceeds— Sweet kerchief, check’d with heav’nly blue, Which once my love sat knotting in!— Alas! MATILDA then was true!— At least I thought so at the U— —NIVERSITY of Gottingen— —NIVERSITY of Gottingen.(At the repetition of this Line ROGERO clanks his Chains in cadence.) Barbs! Barbs! alas! how swift you flew Her neat Post-Waggon trotting in! Ye bore MATILDA from my view. Forlorn I languish’d at the U— —NIVERSITY of Gottingen— —NIVERSITY of Gottingen. This faded form ! this pallid hue! This blood my veins is clotting in. My years are many—They were few When first I entered at the U— —NIVERSITY of Gottingen— —NIVERSITY of Gottingen. There first for thee my passion grew, Sweet! sweet MATILDA POTTINGEN! Thou wast the daughter of my Tu- —TOR, Lazv Professor at the U— —NIVERSITY of Gottingen!— —NIVERSITY of Gottingen!— Sun, moon, and thou vain world, adieu, That kings and priests are plotting in: Here doom’d to starve on water-gru— —el, never shall I see the U— —NIVERSITY of Gottingen— —NIVERSITY of Gottingen. The Anti-Jacobin, No. 30, June 4, 1798 |
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