Quid nunc ruris opes pontoque novalia dicam iniecta et madidas Baccheo nectare rupes? saepe per autumnum iam pubescente Lyaeo conscendit scopulos noctisque occulta sub umbra palmite maturo rorantia lumina tersit Nereis et dulces rapuit de collibus uvas.
Why now should I tell of rural wealth, plowlands cast upon the sea, cliffs awash in Bacchus nectar? Often in autumn, when Lyaeus is burgeoning, a Nereid has climbed the rocks and in nights secret shade wiped her dripping eyes with a ripened vine shoot and snatched sweet grapes from the hills.
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