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Apart from heaven's immortals: calm they share
A rest unsullied by the clouds of care:
And yearly thrice with sweet luxuriance crown'd
Springs the ripe harvest from the teeming ground.
Oh would that Nature had denied me birth
Midst this fifth race; this iron age of earth:[1]
A rest unsullied by the clouds of care:
And yearly thrice with sweet luxuriance crown'd
Springs the ripe harvest from the teeming ground.
Oh would that Nature had denied me birth
Midst this fifth race; this iron age of earth:[1]
- ↑ This iron age of earth.] Les écrivains de tous les tems ont
Where gales, that softly breathe,
Fresh-springing from the bosom of the main
Through the islands of the blessed blow.
Fresh-springing from the bosom of the main
Through the islands of the blessed blow.
"These heroes, whose equity is so much spoken of, upon a nearer inquiry are found to be continually engaged in wars and murders; and like the specimens exhibited of the former ages, are finally cut off by each other’s hands in acts of robbery and violence: some for stealing sheep, others for carrying away the wives of their friends and neighbours. Such was the end of these laudable banditti: of whom Jupiter, we are told, had so high an opinion, that after they had plundered and butchered one another, he sent them to the island of the Blest to partake of perpetual felicity."—Bryant.