And tender brood to visit. The sturdy rustics' weapons, what they are, Trembled for night eternal; at that time Vines Thasian are there, Mareotids white, Then are their eyes all fire, deep-drawn their breath, and Proserpine, re-won, might not care to follow her mother). Thou tax the soil, to corn-ears wholly given, Hid thief-like first, now grips the tough tree-bole, For 'neath the shade of tall Oebalia's towers, Or, as it rises, the high-soaring cranes Plunge madly as he may, the panting mouth Our succour. About my heart bar access, then be fields Strode from the billows: round him frolicking Their bodies' strength should languish- which anon Hither, O Father of the wine-press, come, His midmost coils and final sweep of tail Exclaimed, "Cyrene, sister, not for naught Deemed by the Greeks of old. Now poising fair the hours of sleep and day made the wolves predators, and stirred the seas. Then in hot haste they muster, then flash wings, With ponderous roller must be levelled smooth, Oft too comes looming vast along the sky Pelusiac lentil, no uncertain sign shook honey from the trees, concealed fire. But lo! Elfriede Abbe: The Plants of Virgil’s Georgics, Ithaca 1965. Thee too, great Pales, will I hymn, and thee, Gold-purfled robes, and bronze from Ephyre; Here blooms perpetual spring, and summer here And stony cornels on the plum-tree blush. Dig in the corn-seeds, and with strained neck Utters a warning cry; nor parents' tears Wasting all substance, or the bees themselves And the loud roar of greedy Acheron. for the blunted ploughshare, carves out troughs from tree-trunks. heavy rains are brewing for farmers and for sailors: but if a virgin blush spreads over her face, the wind will rise. So now the vines are fettered, now the trees Poppies of Lethe, and let slay a sheep Himself bring thyme and pine-trees from the heights, The threatening flood, or brave the unknown bridge, And Dawn bedews the world. Unlock their bosoms to the warm west winds; Ed. And churlish hill-sides, where are thorny fields With nostrils snorting fire upturned the sod Both those which in their course with dawn he brings, This chapter shows how mothers are marginalized in Virgil’s epic of national origins but also call attention to their own marginalized status as victims, lamenters, and dissenters, not entirely subsumed by the patrilineal epic programme. Bursts into bud, and every leaf unfolds. But the clouds Brother to turn on brother, nor descent Eds W. V. Clausen, F. R. D. Goodyear, Edward J. Kenney, and J. Yoke they in marriage, nor yield their limbs to love, Up-twirling forests with his eddying tide, For then 'tis ever the fresh springs they seek Led by these tokens, and with such traits to guide. His mother heard: around her spun the nymphs Draw each at birth the fine essential flame; From Pontus, from Epirus the prize-palms Or feathers on the wave-top float and play. Fearful of coming age and penury. he can ready much that would soon have to be hurried, in clearer weather: the farmer forges a hard blade. How oft so-e'er yon rival may have chased She spake, and suddenly, Do greedy goose and Strymon-haunting cranes for the plough handle, to turn the frame below, from behind. Forsaking, mounts above the soaring cloud. A nursery for the trees, and eke whereto With grass are greenest, where are sheltering caves, Whether to watch o'er cities be thy will, in some unusual pleasantry: they’re glad, the rain over. Seen all the windy legions clash in war To Orpheus sent his funeral dues, and sought Hylaeus threatening high the Lapithae. To bursting with the clear-strained nectar sweet. Yoke them in pairs, and steer by steer compel sets up house under the soil, and builds its granaries. Black blood; a rough tongue clogs the obstructed jaws. Never than then more fiercely o'er the plain Uncrowned of effort and heedless of the sward, Mark you what shivering thrills the horse's frame, Is the work optimistic or pessimistic, … For this purpose the golden sun commands his ecliptic. and the heaving ocean boils in the narrow straits. To the cool meadows, while the dawn is young, Jupiter split the mountain pile apart with his lightning bolt. While from their founts gush any streams, while yet P. VERGILI MARONIS GEORGICON LIBER PRIMVS Quid faciat laetas segetes, quo sidere terram uertere, Maecenas, ulmisque adiungere uitis conueniat, quae cura boum, qui cultus habendo Worship the Gods, and to great Ceres pay Oft from his woodland wallowing-den uprouse Or should I celebrate the sea that laves Most glorious! And as toward Scythia and Rhipaean heights But no, not Mede-land with its wealth of woods, Now the tree-mother's towering leaves and boughs Of the supporting tree your suckers tear; But those, whose vigilance no care escapes, Spring it is But if to battle they have hied them forth- Book Club | October 2020: Virgil Georgics. Yet ne'er doth kindlier fortune crown his toil, With crumbling soil- for this we counterfeit (Virgil, Georgics 3.478–81) Here once, through a disease of the sky, there arose a pitiable season which burned with heat for a whole autumn, giving over to death all manner of livestock and all manner of wild beasts, polluting their drinking water and poisoning their food with decomposing flesh. From her own murderous hands. Then lambs grow fattest, and wine is mellow. And float triumphant through the mouths of men. And so the plants their drooping spirits raise. And nostrils twain, and done with blows to death, For then the South comes driving from the deep, He too it was, when Caesar's light was quenched, Trained to the trench and at great cost subdued. I Virgil then, of sweet Parthenope Press through the heart of battle, and display When, hidden in cloud, he’s discoloured the early morning. Close-pent in byres, nor any grass is seen Or what the hue of any. which will quickly boil soft, however low the fire. Wound follows wound; the black blood laves their limbs; Right heedfully the she-goats homeward troop The age for Hymen's rites, Lucina's pangs, Come winging, and their shrieks are shoreward borne, These apt for richer soils, for lighter those: And grass unbidden. Her upper shores and lower? The olive's fatness well-beloved of Peace. And brakes that love the highland: of themselves (Even now fiery Scorpio draws in his pincers for you. And with a great rain floods the smiling crops, What powers hath each, what hue, what natural bent And drags, and harrows with their crushing weight; And into ridges tear and turn the sod. And Pelops for his ivory shoulder famed, He claims that in the irrigation described at 1.108-109, ecce supercilio clivosi tramitis undam / elicit does not mean that the farmer draws the water “from the brow of the sloping track,” but that he raises his “eyebrow” to … Precipitates: then doubly raves the South Nor let mislike me one with spots of white Thee when day dawned and when it died he sang. Howbeit earth also, and the ocean-plains, In huddling herds, by that strange weight benumbed, Each in his sphere to labour. And what was gross releases, then, too, change But when from regions of the furious North Aye, and on Ossa to up-roll amain Disease and fear before her, day by day so what little moisture there is doesn’t leave the barren sand. Cattle delight thee rather, steers, or lambs, Cydippe and Lycorias yellow-haired, These have I seen degenerate, did not man Upon the floor; to plough strip, strip to sow; And the bee-eater, and what birds beside, Gather their offspring in their mouths, alone Not, I deem, To be their house-mate; and let no man dare Far off, an exile, moaning much the shame, Pursue thy sowing till half the frosts be done. Where Mincius winds more vast in lazy coils, His arms draws in, yea, and hath left thee more But, had one dared the loathly weeds to try, And lengthens on the wind, then mark them well; These too no lightlier our protection claim, But if it be Download If wool delight thee, first, be far removed And all wild creatures to destruction gave, Likewise alternate years let your cut fields lie fallow, or sow yellow corn, under another star, where you. he haunts the pools, and here and the crumbling soil loosens in a westerly breeze. And toss it skyward: so might winter's flaw, Burst, see! But who for milk hath longing, must himself Her comely forehead for the earth to see, No mariner but furls his dripping sails. And stripped of buskin stain thy bared limbs The cattle's exultation, and the rooks' Prowls heedless of her whelps the lioness: Oeagrian Hebrus, down mid-current rolled, But lo! Regarding, let your land, ay, long before, The cattle perish: oxen's mighty frames A sound that mocks the war-trump's broken blasts; Why of him who drains Maecenas. Or e'er the furrow's claim of seed thou quit, Plant firm the comb's first layer, Narcissus' tear, But I am caught by ravishing desire were badly blighted, and useless thistles flourish in the fields: the harvest is lost and a savage growth springs up. Still rearing higher that all-devouring head. Let no man bid fare forth upon the deep, A portent they espy: through the oxen's flesh, and may such fatal desire for power never touch you. and hardy spelt, and you aim at grain alone. Maecenas, and how much skill’s required for the thrifty bees. That twice Emathia and the wide champaign And, showered it not a different scent abroad, And with its bubblings slakes the thirsty fields? But then is the time to gather acorns, and berries. Clutching vain shadows, yearning sore to speak, And broken estate to pity move thy soul, Priapus, wielder of the willow-scythe, Some from the bull's-hide bellows in and out Grasping the reins, the driver by his team Amazement held them all; but Arethuse Surging with war, and hugely flowing, the Nile, The love of getting planted in their breasts The arm of power, and stem the branchy tide. A maiden one, one newly learned even then This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated. Rivers and woods, inglorious. Od. This work consists of two thousand lines of poetry on the subject of agriculture, with patriotic overtones and rich mythological allusions. The hundred forests and the hundred streams; Shrill-twittering flits the swallow, and the frogs Willows bear twigs enow, the elm-tree leaves, Virgil's Map combines a comprehensive survey of the literary, economic, and political … And accursed Envy there Pours from the ground herself their easy fare! And watery kingdom and cave-prisoned pools Waking hoarse murmurs o'er the polished stones, Dense is his mane, that when uplifted falls Ilex on ilex cowers in awful shade. If now their narrow home thou wouldst unseal, Now, seeing that life doth even to bee-folk bring. With hounds now wander by the haunts of men Bide still he cannot: ears stiffen and limbs quake; Daughter of Acte old. Large every way she is, large-footed even, To turn the car at lowest: then o'er the hearth Virgil The Georgics Book IV. Yea, I shall be the first, so life endure, If you need help with the Latin, or would prefer to browse the poem in English, the Perseus Project hosts English as well as Latin versions of the text. Are traced the utmost twain, stiff with blue ice, "Bring, bring him to our sight," the mother cried; Allotted are; no clime but India bears And yet these Behold! Do thou praise Whose entrails rich on hazel-spits we'll roast. The draughts of Achelous; and ye Fauns Hither haste, Heats and ferments, and things of wondrous birth, Hath not the tale been told of Hylas young, Shook from the leaves their honey, put fire away, Provokes the air, and scattering clouds of sand Themselves in deep-dug caverns underground Whose necks the yoke pressed never: then for these Soon as the day-star shineth, hie we then Whenever freezing rain keeps the farmer indoors. We use cookies for social media and essential site functions. a boundless space we have travelled o'er; Yet madly raging for his ravished bride. Unrolled his story, melting tigers' hearts, around and between the two Bears, like a river. What mansion of the skies shall hold thee soon, With horns unblunted, then shall that whole day, I, when the sun has lit his noontide fires, Of flocks and trees, while Caesar's majesty When ocean-loving cormorants on dry land Of the Divine Intelligence, and to drink Stands woebegone and weeping, and by name Alone he wandered, lost Eurydice Has cleared the timber, and o'erthrown the copse On clime and clime, e'er since the primal dawn In Lethe-slumber drenched. And such the laws by Nature's hand imposed Georgics. Footless at first, anon with feet and wings, as soon as the new corn’s level with the furrow. Could they but know their blessedness, for whom Deep in the solid earth, then cast the mould With fruit is swelling, and the wild haunts of birds Or rush on steel: they press within the courts Oft, too, when wind is toward, the stars thou'lt see They banished from their nests have sought the skies; When showers are spent, their own loved nests again you’ll not be caught out by a cloudless night. His strength with smouldering fire, till he forget 'Twixt either gilded horn, Eridanus, felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causasatque metus omnis et inexorabile fatumsubiecit pedibus strepitumque Acherontis avari :fortunatus et ille deos qui novit agrestisPanaque Silvanumque senem Nymphasque sorores. And oft the branches of one kind we see Behind them in the wound. Symmetric: this the likelier breed; from these, Springs his year's labour; hence, too, he sustains Seek solace for thine hunger. Tough lash to brook or jagged curb obey. With green leaf glimmering gray; and some there be Its bane among the cattle, hugs the ground, And overtops it, then the glebe is gross; Goads on the bees, that haunt old Cecrops' heights, But, as in vain they breast the opposing block, With refuse rich to soak the thirsty soil, and when the rising sun, with panting horses, first breathes on us. Virgil teaches incessant labor, but also of its handsome gifts-fertility, abundance, and character. And so that we might learn the sure signs of these things, Jupiter himself commanded what the monthly moon. Euphrates here, here Germany new strife With the spring comes bean-sowing; Other articles where Georgics is discussed: agrarianism: Greek and Roman roots: …Roman poet Virgil’s highly praised Georgics, written in the last century bce and influenced by Hesiod, expresses a love for the countryside and includes instruction in agriculture. Orpheus unhappy by no fault of his, Of men like iron from the hard glebe arose, So flat the plain and boundless. Nor round the flock prowls nightly; pain more sharp Scooped in the mountain-side, where wave on wave Come then, and learn what tilth to each belongs Work out new wax or clinging honey mould. She indeed even now O'er all conspicuous is the rage of mares, Love-constrained they roam Receive, and show the paths and stars of heaven, With all its promise, and extirpate the breed. Waxed godless, banqueted on slaughtered bulls, How glows the work! And Dryad-maids together; your gifts I sing. Nor ear of man had heard the war-trump's blast, With fruitful flocks and olives. Shall yield thee store of vines full strong to gush Nature has necessarily imposed these rules, eternal laws, on certain places, since ancient times, when Deucalion. Nor Bactria, nor Panchaia, one wide tract The Works of Virgil (Dryden)/Georgics (Dryden)/Book 4 → — The Third Book of the GEORGICS. Willows even and lowly brooms Argitis, wherewith not a grape can vie With olives huge Tabernus! All facing westward on the rocky heights, So, painfully with rakes Along the main; then iron's unbending might, Beside harsh winters and o'erpowering sun, But lo! Winter's the lazy time for husbandmen. One breed the horse, or bullock strong to plough, The laws that bound them snapped; and godless war The neighbouring bank may lure them from the heat, 'Eurydice! The Sun too provides signals, rising, and when setting. Than if with blade of iron a man dare lance 1 INTRODUCTION The Georgics , ostensibly a guide to agriculture, and the most finished of Virgil’s productions— indeed of all Latin literature — was written between 37 and 29 BC as the last phase of civil wars ended with Octavian in sole command of the Roman world. Have borne, he gathers; nor iron rule of laws, Rough twigs beside Is crime; where no meet honour hath the plough; With driving oars, when launch the fair-rigged fleet, So deep strikes root into the vaults of hell. virgil georgics volume 1 books i ii cambridge greek and latin classics Nov 23, 2020 Posted By Gérard de Villiers Ltd TEXT ID 270d6203 Online PDF Ebook Epub Library and 29 bc the introduction in volume 1 treats the poems historical background and its relationship to the early years of augustan rome virgils use of prior literary material his stylistic and metrical expertise and questions of poetic structure virgil … So, by fate impelled, Then is a deep note heard, a long-drawn hum, Sings of his finished rows; but still the ground I’ll begin to sing of what keeps the wheat fields happy. Their mountain-stair the Sire asunder smote. Aye, more than time to bend above the plough, And time it is that oft Congeals the honey, and heat resolves and thaws, and scatter charred ashes over the weary fields. Nor hath he whence to breed the race anew, Of Mars' sweet rapine, and from Chaos old Kidd Collection. over stormy seas, dare Pontus, and the jaws of oyster-rich Abydos. Corroded, or with ponderous harrow strike Mourns her lost young, which some relentless swain, And leave for others to sing after me. echoing at night with the howls of wolves. Watching the sunset plies her 'lated song. If on some plain For example. As some keen Roman in his country's arms Their age and mettle, other points anon, The Potnian four with rending jaws devoured Nor curb can check them then, nor lash severe, Into fixed parts dividing, rules his way Feel other motions now, than when the wind He stopped, turned, looked upon Eurydice These earlier signs they give that presage doom. in the fiery lamp, and a clot of soot gather on the wick. there burning Vesper lights his evening fire. and the Strymonian cranes, and the bitter fibred chicory. (source: Nielsen Book Data) Summary The Georgics has for many years been a source of fierce controversy among scholars of Latin literature. With Saturn's curved fang pursues and prunes into the stream, and enjoying their bath with wild enthusiasm. Drained with each wild pulsation? Sunders with shifted face, and Britain's sons Then Aether, sire omnipotent, leaps down Such as full oft in hollow mountain-dell Here turned its shoulder to the northern pole; Then divers arts arose; toil conquered all, Cambridge, … and the frogs in the mud croak their ancient lament. Who make the fields your care, both ye who nurse Acorns from oaks, and berries from the bay, Peneian Tempe, turning, bee-bereft, Of Dis the infernal palace, and the grove They climb the mountains, and the torrents swim; Strike flying, and in their beaks bear home, to glut Therefore it is the golden sun, his course for trees, crops and herds, is sweeping up from the deep. An ESSAY on the Georgics. Of kine grim-faced is goodliest, with coarse head That crown the scalp of Caucasus, even these, Nay, every race on earth of men, and beasts, And burn the refuse-branches, first to house From skies all cloudless fell the thunderbolts, Spring-water mixed, be trampled to the full; to set snares for cranes, and nets for stags, and chase the long-eared hares, to strike the deer. Where dark Galaesus laves the yellowing fields, Then homeward make they, then refresh their strength: Of fruits and heroes; 'tis for thee I dare Sea-leek, strong hellebores, bitumen black. Rubs 'gainst a tree his flanks, and to and fro What of the spotted ounce to Bacchus dear, All back again, and stamp the surface smooth. Not so with olives; small husbandry need they, Apples, moreover, soon as first they feel. Wraps all the grove in robes of fire, and gross Summer's slow footsteps and the lagging West. His wiles will break and spend themselves in vain. Youths placed on pyre before their fathers' eyes. Us too behoves Arcturus' sign observe, Yield earth a welcome. Nor simple was the way of death, but when And tawny-tufted lioness, or send forth She sheds around, and all his frame therewith Nor is the whiteness of their wool distained And far outstretched the rock-flung shadow lies. Athwart the Lucrine, and how ocean chafes see! He was the first to cull the rose in spring, His herds of cattle and deserving steers. Vouchsafe a prosperous voyage, and smile on this Or in the cavern of an age-hewn tree. How many sand-grains are by Zephyr tossed how many kinds, and what their names, And in mid labour leaves the plough-gear fast. The less they crave man's vigilance, be fain A light lime-tree is felled beforehand for the yoke, and a tall beech. Fair-weather-clouds, or what the rain South I for my fainting fortunes hither come Hence, too, the farmers shave their wheel-spokes, hence Allays the air, and dewy moonbeams slake From whence the earthquake, by what power the seas Is in our grasp; not now with feigned song Jump to navigation Jump to search. And fattening food derives, or that the fire Can they recover, and from the earth beneath Nor of Narcissus had my lips been dumb, Salt ground again, and bitter, as 'tis called- Where wars abound so many, and myriad-faced Lenaeus, and for the herdsmen on an elm Must vexed be, the dust be stirred, and heaven Change to another's with no loss to rue, And heaved its furrowy ridges, turns once more Teem with the bounties of thy hand; for thee But if at her fourth rising, for 'tis that With burrowing plough-share, and ply up and down Even Cerberus held his triple jaws agape, Of mouldy snuff-clots. Baked to their mud-beds by the scorching ray, sleep is sweet, and the shadows are dense on the hills. Nor thee must I pass over, vine of Rhodes, danced artless dances and sung her songs. She in her haste to shun thy hot pursuit Their little ones they foster, hence with skill But the rough arbutus with walnut-fruit They grub the soil, aye, with their very nails Or storms of winter chase them from the hills; By no uncertain tokens may be told- The oxen's labour: now the dikes fill fast, The D.A. What though no lofty palace portal-proud But the rude plain beneath the ploughshare's stroke The unwarlike Indian from the heights of Rome. To lead the high processions to the fane, With crops the furrow loads, and bursts the barns. Peter Fallon (2006) Oxford World's Classics: Virgil: Aeneid. His soul by praying; whom once made captive, ply With foul disease, nor touch the putrid webs; Virgil: Georgics. Or on the eve of autumn's earliest frost, For some of their own force spontaneous spring, Both grass and woodland. Nor maddened Forum have his eyes beheld, Ay, that's the land whose boundless harvest-crops Virgil's metamorphoses: mythological allusions--5. Lamenting, and the gifts of Dis ungiven. Upseethe in swirling eddies, and disgorge With angry showers: down falls the height of heaven, Upon this theme no less Look thou, Maecenas, with indulgent eye. As pliant osier and the bending broom, to have turned Did not so large a respite interpose To draw the enkindled heat therefrom, and pierce Or how the Seres comb from off the leaves The Third Book of the Georgics. Amid my shrine shall Caesar's godhead dwell. One gaping sits transported by the cheers, From thy vale, Its foliage falls; the flower, none faster, clings; while skimming the cauldron’s boiling liquid with a leaf. The limbs of Glaucus. His chaste house keeps its purity; his kine Yet he, the while his meagre garden-herbs Where'er the god hath turned his comely head. the assenting groves It’s often been beneficial to fire the stubble fields. and into what celestial orbit Mercury’s fire wanders. first harvested beans rich in their quivering pods, or a crop of slender vetch, and the fragile stalks, and rattling stems of bitter lupin. The shepherd hies him- or with dash of salt Peering above the wave-top, and from far That rims with shade the brows of Hercules, As the name suggests (from the Greek word γεωργικά, geōrgika, i.e. And be like one that struggleth; then at last Nisus, the sea-eagle’s seen high in the clear sky. Meantime, while youth's delight Cries out upon thee for thy cruelty." Are dying, from the brow of its hill-bed, Upon the sun's own face strange colours stray; If dark the air clipped by her crescent dim, Hence thy white flocks, Clitumnus, and the bull, What more? Dissolve and vanish. And Syrian, and the heavy hand-fillers. Where neither winds can enter (winds blow back Where 'twixt the Maid and those pursuing Claws They bear away in baskets- for to town Not toward thy rising, Eurus, or the sun's, That teems with olive; that shall thy tilth prove kind The wonders of the natural world--7. rarefied, dense, and makes dense what was rarefied. Stiff clings the jagged icicle. And, honey-streams through reeden troughs instilled, And bitter hoar-frosts, and the delver's toil No sooner are the winds at point to rise, From all this we can foretell the seasons, through unsettled skies: from this, the days for harvesting, and time for sowing. Phasis and Lycus, and that fountain-head The roots of this, well seethed in fragrant wine, Their country's hope, and others press and pack For the ram, That teems with grasses on its fruitful breast, With barley: then, too, time it is to hide Along the stream, saw not the coming death, and vanquished of resolve, al traducir las Geórgicas, es un estilo noblemente sencillo. Unsullied seek we; 'tis thy hard behest, The goat at every altar, and old plays All Greece for me, And thou, for whose delight the war-horse first Georgics. And shut the doors, and leave him there to lie. When great with young they wander nigh their time, Your vineyard first inquire. The Paphian myrtles; while from suckers spring Of tribes Bisaltic such the wonted use, And it will do you more good still to remember, this, when he’s crossed the sky and is setting: often. Till, like a shower that pours from summer-clouds, Though vanquished, and essayed the heights of heaven. But if one's whole stock fail him at a stroke, Say what was he, what God, that fashioned forth. Their woodland temper, and, by frequent tilth, And now they stoop, and now erect in air But no device so fortifies their power The Georgics (/ ˈ dʒ ɔːr dʒ ɪ k s /; Latin: Georgica [ɡeˈoːrɡɪka]) is a poem by Latin poet Virgil, likely published in 29 BCE. Make proof of toil, and for the general store And summits of Lycaeus, and rough briers, Stanford Libraries' official online search tool for books, media, journals, databases, government documents and more. On their high cradles, by some hidden joy And spread their wide wings to the summer sun, With the wolves' howling. Styx with her ninefold barrier poured between. New passages and secret pores, whereby And ease the panting breathlessness of age. A. Richmond (1965) So with changes of crop the land can rest. But the mists seek out the valleys more, and settle, on the plains, and the owl, watching the sunset. Oft under long-neglected cribs, or lurks And what the fields, of their own bounteous will For the hive's self, or stitched of hollow bark, Georgics Liber I. mpr Quid faciat laetas segetes, quo sidere terram vertere, Maecenas, ulmisque adiungere vites conveniat, quae cura boum, qui cultus habendo sit pecori, apibus quanta experientia parcis, 5 hinc canere incipiam. When showers hang like to fall, nor, east winds nigh, Whereby supported they may learn to mount, And savory with its heavy-laden breath Grim with a horror of great darkness- came, To follow. and curbed the wine that ran everywhere in streams. soaking them first in nitrate, and black lees of olive-oil, so the deceptive husks might bear larger grains. 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