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Metamorphoses

Book 2, Line 37 by Henry T. Riley (English)

Something still remained in addition to what she had said. She heaved a sigh from the bottom of her breast, and the tears bursting forth, trickled down her cheeks, and thus she said: “The Fates prevent me, and I am forbidden to say any more, and the use of my voice is precluded. My arts, which have brought the wrath of a Divinity upon me, were not of so much value; I wish that I had not been acquainted with the future. Now the human shape seems to be withdrawing from me; now grass pleases me for my food; now I have a desire to range over the extended plains; I am turned into a mare, and into a shape kindred to that of my father . But yet, why entirely? For my father partakes of both forms.”

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Project Gutenberg #21765, The Metamorphoses of Ovid (Henry T. Riley), Book 2 extraction