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For pardon found adore Eurydice
With a slain calf for victim.”
The self-same hour he hies him forth to do
His mother's bidding: to the shrine he came,
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The appointed altars reared, and thither led
Four chosen bulls of peerless form and bulk,
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With kine to match, that never yoke had known;
Then, when the ninth dawn had led in the day,
To Orpheus sent his funeral dues, and sought
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The grove once more. But sudden, strange to tell
A portent they espy: through the oxen's flesh,
Waxed soft in dissolution, hark! there hum
Bees from the belly; the rent ribs overboil
In endless clouds they spread them, till at last
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On yon tree-top together fused they cling,
And drop their cluster from the bending boughs.
So sang I of the tilth of furrowed fields,
Of flocks and trees, while Caesar's majesty
Launched forth the levin-bolts of war by deep
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