aleator classicus

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Ovid, Metamorphoses 1.107-112

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The Golden Age, when crops grew spontaneously.

ver erat aeternum, placidique tepentibus auris
mulcebant zephyri natos sine semine flores;
mox etiam fruges tellus inarata ferebat,
nec renovatus ager gravidis canebat aristis;
flumina iam lactis, iam flumina nectaris ibant,
flavaque de viridi stillabant ilice mella.

It was eternal spring, and with warm breezes the gentle zephyrs caressed flowers born without seed. Soon the ground, unploughed, even began to bring forth crops, and the field, without being renewed, resounded with the heavy ears of corn. Rivers flowed now with milk, now with nectar, and yellow honey trickled from the green holm-oak.

Written by aleatorclassicus

July 27, 2011 at 12:00 PM

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