That the flames may give the lovers rest!。，
。， Fair and dark are often like each other,Both inspire the mind with equal pleasure.
None but those of high estate?。， 'Tis spoilt, her gay dress.She hastens, and ev'ry nerve straineth,And the end of the castle soon gaineth.
Spirits raised by me。， With my sharp axe split at last.
HE.。， No other summons needs he.
Thou must hunt the world through, wouldst thou find him!--。， All the gods who reign'd supreme of yore;One Invisible now rules in heaven,
Ah, one single blissful night!"The priests chaunt in chorus: "We bear out the old,When long they've been weary, and late they've grown cold:We bear out the young, too, so thoughtless and light.。，
When my wand'rings end, then oh, what rapture,If to find that form again 'tis given!。，
Straightway to their fiery grave.Then hears she the priests and the funeral song,Then madly she runs, and she severs the throng:"Why press tow'rd the pile thus? Why scream thus, and rave?"。， Thou art pale with fear!
But the owner surely is not wanting。， And if, children, with kindness address'd ye may be,Whether father, or master, or alderman he,
。， Toying, rest, or rapture sweet."--She busily seeks his feign'd suff'rings to ease;Then smiles the Immortal; with pleasure he seesThat with kindness a heart so corrupted can beat.
。， Give her in return of beauty rare.
Water, salt, are vain。，
。， Where some straggling dwellings rise.
， Your hands hold a proof most convincing."。， 1797.-----THE GOD AND THE BAYADERE.