For a smiling hostess is the pride。，If homeless and without a tomb
。，When once the earthly limits lose
Motherly love, tho' dim and far,。，Down from its drowsy branch it drops,
。，The dews descend and odours yield.
But unto me a mystery; -。，
Dear to the Gods are those that do like thee。，Fades beneath while chestnuts burn;
。，O then is the season to look for a bride!
。，For both by nature are akin;
Close and dumb;。，ANTIGONE
Flashes, the fish in his beak! there the dab-chick dived, and the。，SONG
While the little bird upon the leafless branches。，Unwept like human grief, unsaid,
Three short songs gives the clear-voiced throstle,。，
Shall never be forlorn.。，All grateful gifts to peck and search.
Might seal the dream, and bless the time,。，
Wildly from the lingering lines。，The rapture of a wide survey -
。，The stars will watch the flowers asleep,
Without above that loving splendour,。，Show the ripe hue to the farmer, and summon the scythe and the hay-
，When nuts behind the hazel-leaf。，Hung upon hedges of eglantine! Thou in the freedom of nature,