Second Semi-Chorus
Singing.
Happy indeed is the race of winged birds who
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need no cloak in winter! Neither do I fear the relentless rays of the fiery dog-days;
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when the divine grasshopper, intoxicated with the sunlight, as noon is burning the ground, is breaking out into shrill melody; my home is beneath the foliage in the flowery meadows. I winter in deep caverns, where I frolic with the mountain nymphs, while in spring I despoil
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the gardens of the Graces and gather the white, virgin berry on the myrtle bushes.
Happy indeed is the race of winged birds who
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need no cloak in winter! Neither do I fear the relentless rays of the fiery dog-days;
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when the divine grasshopper, intoxicated with the sunlight, as noon is burning the ground, is breaking out into shrill melody; my home is beneath the foliage in the flowery meadows. I winter in deep caverns, where I frolic with the mountain nymphs, while in spring I despoil
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the gardens of the Graces and gather the white, virgin berry on the myrtle bushes.
Birds. Aristophanes. ed. Eugene O'Neill, Jr.. New York. 1938.
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