。， To fall upon a guiltless youth?For he who such a prize would win,
He cast his patient eye.And as he sat, and hearken'd there,。，
She sang to him, and spake the while:。，
Though from this castle's walls so steep。，
But, ah, they all must perish at last!。， The rose is wont with pride to swell,
That night of love to thy mother!'"。， Sweetly seem'd his eves to laugh
。， Needed to be told;But no longer was its state
。， Never to this place return
And she was still, alas, so fairThey all gave way before my wrath,。，
He never drank again.。， I cast mine eyes around,And gaze oft from the lofty keep,
。， 1797.-----THE RAT-CATCHER.
Still faithful to the grave,To whom his dying mistress。， The water sinks, the plains re-appear.
。， "I love thee, I'm charm'd by thy beauty, dear boy!And if thou'rt unwilling, then force I'll employ.""My father, my father, he seizes me fast,Full sorely the Erl-King has hurt me at last."
。， The swarthy woman then went inside,