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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
The Harvest
By Aristophanes (c. 448–c. 388 B.C.)
 
From ‘The Peace’: Translation in the Quarterly Review

OH, ’tis sweet, when fields are ringing
With the merry cricket’s singing,
Oft to mark with curious eye
If the vine-tree’s time be nigh:
Here is now the fruit whose birth        5
Cost a throe to Mother Earth.
Sweet it is, too, to be telling,
How the luscious figs are swelling;
Then to riot without measure
In the rich, nectareous treasure,        10
While our grateful voices chime,—
Happy season! blessed time.
 
 
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