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Those frowning rocks, -- |
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How high they rise! |
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Over such a distance of hills and streams, |
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How toilsome is the march! |
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The warrior, in charge of the expedition to the east, |
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Has not a morning's leisure. |
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Those frowning rocks, -- |
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How they crown the heights! |
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Over such a distance of hills and streams, |
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When shall we have completed our march? |
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The warrior, in charge of the expedition to the east, |
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Has no leisure [to think] how he wll withdraw. |
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There are swine, with their legs white, |
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All wading through streams. |
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The moon also is in the Hyades, |
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Which will bring still greater rain. |
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The warrior, in charge of the expedition to the east, |
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Has no leisure [to think] of anything but this. |