IX。，And see the white snow-storm divide
For training the vine than at vintage-press;。，Of you he would have speech.
。，Confide to godless cause so just,
A heart that all can see!。，Meet their Godlike overmatch.
Rain-surcharged and sun-forsaken;。，Be thy succour, prove thy shield;
He gazed at her lighted room:。，He rubbed on his cheek-bone.
Beat, beat! white of heat,。，And say, what figure at her feet
Her lips were locked, her arms were crossed,。，To hold on beating wind:
。，Withdrawn, a vengeful crone!
Heart-sick the lords of joyance yawned,。，
XXV。，Gilding of the man's possession,
O had they with Count Louis been。，With a bow and a burning glance.
I draw down a ray direct.。，
By mortal pain was torn.。，Strike it as the ages crush
。，White of heat, feeds fire in trust.
。，To heaven she vowed herself, and yearned
XVIII。，From her and the morn in bloom.
，I bear for your lips a lawful thirst,。，Gilding of the man's possession,