Scyros desert abides: they quit Phthiotican Tempe,
Homesteads of Crannon-town, eke bulwarkt walls of Larissa;
Meeting at Pharsálus, and roof Pharsálian seeking.
None will the fields now till; soft wax all necks of the oxen,
Never the humble vine is purged by curve of the rake-tooth,
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Never a pruner's hook thins out the shade of the tree-tufts,
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Never a bull up-plows broad glebe with bend of the coulter,
Over whose point unuse displays the squalor of rust-stain.