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And chesnuts, too, and apples, mellow'd red;
Dark mulberries here and grapes of heavy bunch,
The cottage-guard, too,'s there with ash-hook arm'd,
Come hither, Alibida; for the ass
Is panting now; spare him, who's your delight.
END OF THE COPA.
PUBLII VIRGILII MARONIS
JAM nox hibernas bis quinque peregerat horas,
Et cinis obductæ celabat lumina prunæ.
Fusus erat terra frumenti pauper acervus;
PUBLIUS VIRGILIUS MARO.
FIVE winter hours had night now twice fulfill'd,
Fearful of hunger as the day approach'd,
From his spare cot lifts gradually his limbs,
And, hand outstretch'd, gropes through the flitting shade,
A little corn was heap'd upon the floor;
Hence he extracts such as a measure yields
Which twice runs out at every eight pounds' weight;
And thence he goes and stands beside a mill,