New Haven Gaz. and Conn. Mag., I-339, Dec. 7, 1786, New Haven.
NARCISSA
[A poem, the third stanza of which is as follows:]
Perhaps, like Werter[40], pensive in the shade,
I mourn in vain, and curse relentless fate
Or while I love the sympathetic maid,
Adversity's black clouds around me wait.
Columbian Mag. or Mo. Misc., I-245, Jan. 1787, Phila.
CHARLOTTE'S SOLILOQUY—TO THE
MANES OF WERTER.
By the late doctor Ladd.
Why, Werter, dost thou leave me so?
I wander through the gloom:
And with the tears of silent woe,
Each night bedew thy tomb.
Why, Werter, dost thou leave me so?
Thy friends, thy kindred flee?
Dost thou no longer Charlotte know?
Have friends no charms for thee?
Why, Werter, dost thou leave me so,
All lonely, full of fears?
Behold thy friends are left to woe,
And Charlotte left in tears.