Gentle beasties through pushed a cold long nose.。，Chilling at no thunder-clap.
。，Defaced, and grinding wheels on flint,
Boldly she sings, to the merry tune she marches,。，You that leap besprinkling the rock stream-rent:
Without a break, without a fall,。，
All the girls are out with their baskets for the primrose;。，V
。，The good physician Melampus, loving them all,
XI。，Often down the pit spied the lean wolf's teeth
* * *。，Like the spear-pitted warrior's shields
Feel what sea within thee shames。，He has been our fellow, the morning of our days!
With the heart of the cowering birds。，Reddened through his feathers for our dear fold.
Earth to her is young as the slip of the new moon.。，To light and sound, wedding both at the leap of birth.
As a thundercloud swings on the moon.。，
In them, that song aloft maintains,。，* * *
Whatsoever to men is of use。，Like the teeth of the famished at meat.
Mindful were the shepherds, as now the noon severe。，They by the wayside are earnest of your goodness,
Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting:。，Even as in a dance; and her smile can heal no less:
Full of milk, and tilted for each in turn the beak.。，Plucks at my heart and leads me by the ear.
，And divided from day, from night,。，And eye of violets while they breathe;