 | Ovid - 1998 - 596 ページ
...she feeds her infant fire : It smoaks ; and then with trembling breath she blows, 'Till in a chearful blaze the flames arose. With brush-wood, and with...at last the boughs of rotten trees. The fire thus form'd, she sets the kettle on (Like burnish'd gold the little seether shone), Next took the coleworts... | |
 | Paul Hammond - 2002 - 484 ページ
...expire, 50 With leaves and barks she feeds her infant fire. It smokes, and then with trembling breath she blows, Till in a cheerful blaze the flames arose....stripped the stalks of all their leaves, the best 60 She culled, and then with handy care she dressed. High o'er the hearth a chine of bacon hung: Good... | |
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With leaves and bark she feeds her infant fire. It smokes ; and then with trembling breath she blows, Till in a cheerful blaze the flames arose. With brushwood and with chips she strengthens these, And adds at last the boughs of rotten trees. The fire... 
