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 Virgil or Vergil (Publius Virgilius Maro Vergil) once said...

E'en in mid-harvest, while the jocund swain Pluck'd from the brittle stalk the golden grain, Oft have I seen the war of winds contend, And prone on earth th' infuriate storm descend, Waste far and wide, and by the roots uptorn, The heavy harvest sweep through ether borne, As light straw and rapid stubble fly In dark'ning whirlwinds round the wintry sky.

In Agriculture Quotes, by Virgil or Vergil (Publius Virgilius Maro Vergil) , Source: Georgics (I, l. 251)

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