。， At his feet she now must sink,
Starting from his couch with eager haste:"Here are Ceres', Bacchus' gifts of joy;。，
。， As the troop with strange gestures advance,And a rattle and clatter anon rises high,
Should a mother swear。，
。， Rusheth on poor me!
Dreams of old acquaintance now pass through me,。，
Straightway is supplied!。，
Ne'er-forgotten queen of hours of blisses.。，
ONCE a stranger youth to Corinth came,。，
。， Thou shalt soon this cottage see.
。， 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?"
As his father's friend, kind courtesy.。， And the mother only watches late;She receives with courtesy the guest,
。， Had been wont to say
，。， And now come, thou well-worn broom,