('For at the very threshold of the day / Heedless, alas! and vanquished of resolve / He stopped, turned, looked upon Eurydice / His own once more. But even with the look /Poured out was all his labour, broken the bond / Of that fell tyrant, and a crash was heard / Three times like thunder in the meres of hell.' - Virgil, Georgics)
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