With voice of thunder, from that hell.。， "As maidens of the town we fly,
And ne'er again was seen.。，
The waters rush'd, the waters rose,。， With the drink that brightly glow'd,
'Tis true that thou, Count, hast return'd to thy home,。，
Thy red, in dress of green array'd,。，
。， But take my goat too, my darling pet!"
THE MAID OF THE MILL'S TREACHERY.。，
。， Ah, how I hold it dear!To seek it I would fain repair,
At length, in a chariot of gold,。， That must be me, the pink, who scent
I pray you, leave me in peace!My child it is, my child 'twill remain,。， With hollow eyes. and grinning all;They bade him taste the fare.
。， And gladness.Go, tell her straight, and often too,The boy's mute hopes and wishes true.
， It is a silent flower.。，