I am the poet who once tuned his song
On a slender reed and then leaving the woods
Compelled the fields to obey the hungry farmer,
A pleasing work. But now War's grim and savage ... (Virgil)

I am the poet who once tuned his song On a slender reed and then leaving the woods Compelled the fields to obey the hungry farmer, A pleasing work. But now War's grim and savage ...

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