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106 For we fear that his caprices, That his eyebrows dark and sad, That his grief that never ceases Hide an empty heart, or bad.

No one now for wine shall languish! Here no minstrel shall be found, Who all sighs and groans of anguish Has not first in rapture drowned!

 MIGNON

" thou the land where citron-apples bloom, And oranges like gold in leafy gloom, A gentle wind from deep blue heaven blows, The myrtle thick, and high the laurel grows? Knowest thou it then? 'Tis there! 'Tis there! O my true loved one, thou with me must go!

"Knowest thou the house, its porch with pillars tall, The rooms do glitter, glitters bright the hall, And marble statues stand, and look each one: What's this, poor child, to thee they've done? Knowest thou it then? 'Tis there! 'Tis there! O my protector, thou with me must go!

"Knowest thou the hill, the bridge that hangs on clouds, The mules in mist grope o'er the torrent loud, 