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chapter-001		chapter-001			.txt	text/plain	5279	411	94	Sprang from earth's womb at thy great trident's stroke, Or as the boundless ocean's God thou come, Than thy full meed of heaven: be what thou wiltFor neither Tartarus hopes to call thee king, The new-reaped fields to rest, and on the plain Oft, too, 'twill boot to fire the naked fields, Prune with thy hook the dark field's matted shade, Thou must with heed lay by, if thee await While earth, yet dry, forbids not, and the clouds Thou tax the soil, to corn-ears wholly given, Thou'rt fain to sow, nor scorn to make thy care To turn the runnel's course, fence corn-fields in, To reap light stubble, and parched fields by night; Oft, too, when wind is toward, the stars thou'lt see He dives beneath the waves, shall yield thee signs; Then all the heavens convulsed in wrath thou'lt seeStorm-clouds and wind together. Heaving the earth up with his curved plough,	./cache/chapter-001.txt	./txt/chapter-001.txt