🕦 by a8棋牌官网网址 at 2023-03-26
I number the turnsOf the thundering wheel;The last one I bless.--Each bar then is broken, I'm free then as thou!
But if her mother can succeedIn gaining for her maxims heed,And softening the girl's heart too,So that she coyly shuns our view,--The heart of youth she knows but ill;
1767-9.-----WELCOME AND FAREWELL.
I placed my trust in gold and wealth,
I clasp her form divine,So quick we whirl, so quick advance,
Four favours meet imparted.
By a just doom your guilt requited."--Thus spake He, and a fearful storm