🕦 by 22选5怎么算中奖金额 at 2023-03-22
When all's asleep.
IV.CHORUS OF SPIRITS.
And make but the future thine own.
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?"
Yes! the maid, whom thou
IF the loved one, the well-known one,Should return as he departed,On his lips would ring my kisses,Though the wolf's blood might have dyed them;And a hearty grasp I'd give him,Though his finger-ends were serpents.
Scatter'd over the tombs in confusion.
Heav'n knows who's the happy swain
And smiling, thinks she:"How sweetly he's singing!
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