A. iam resonant frondes, iam cantibus obstrepit arbos: i procul, o Doryla, plenumque reclude canalem, et sine iam dudum sitientes irriget hortos.
A. Now are the leaves a-rustling; now the forest drowns our song. Go yonder, Dorylas, go; and open full the channel. Let it water the garden-plots which have thirsted so long.
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