THE
Orphan of the Rhine.
CHAP. I.
"The beauteous maid that bids the world adieu,
Oft of that world will snatch a fond review,
Oft at the shrine neglect her beads, to trace
Some social scene, some dear familiar face,
Forgot when first a father's stern controul
Chas'd the gay visions of her op'ning soul;
And e'er with iron-tongue the vesper-bell,
Bursts thro' the cyprus walk, the convent cell
Oft will her warm and wayward heart revive,
To love and joy still tremblingly alive."
Rogers.
Oft of that world will snatch a fond review,
Oft at the shrine neglect her beads, to trace
Some social scene, some dear familiar face,
Forgot when first a father's stern controul
Chas'd the gay visions of her op'ning soul;
And e'er with iron-tongue the vesper-bell,
Bursts thro' the cyprus walk, the convent cell
Oft will her warm and wayward heart revive,
To love and joy still tremblingly alive."
Rogers.
My father, whose name was Ruberto, was lineally descended from a younger branch of the noble and once honourable house ofManini.
