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Over the sea, past Crete, on the Syrian shore to the southward, / Dwells in the well-tilled lowland a dark-haired AEthiop people, / Skilful with needle and loom, and the arts of the dyer and carver, / Skilful, but feeble of heart; for they know not the lords of Olympus, / Lovers of men; neither broad-browed Zeus, nor Pallas Athene, / Teacher of wisdom to heroes, bestower of might in the battle; / Share not the cunning of Hermes, nor list to the songs of Apollo.
Fearing the stars of the sky, and the roll of the blue salt water, / Fearing all things that have life in the womb of the seas and the livers, / Eating no fish to this day, nor ploughing the main, like the Phoenics, / Manful with black-beaked ships, they abide in a sorrowful region, / Vexed with the earthquake, and flame, and the sea-floods, scourge of / Poseidon.