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ONWARD we sailed, with sorrowing hearts, and came to the land of the Cyclops, an overweening and lawless folk, who, trusting in the immortal gods, plant nothing with their hands nor plough; but all things spring up for them without sowing or ploughing, wheat, and barley, and vines, which yield the rich clusters of wine, and the rain o Zeus gives them increase.

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