Song (from The Anti-Jacobin, 1798)

I.

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.

II.
Sweet kerchief, check'd with heavenly 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.

III.
Barbs! Barbs! alas! how swift you flew
Her neat post-wagon trotting in!
Ye bore Matilda from my view;
Forlorn I languish'd at the U--
--niversity of Gottingen--
--niversity of Gottingen.

IV.
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.

V.
There first for thee my psssion grew,
Sweet! sweet Matilda Pottingen!
Thou wast the daughter of my tu--
--tor, law professor at the U--
--niversity at Gottingen--
--niversity of Gottingen.

VI.
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.