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Herba fui quondam viridis de gramine terrae;
Sed chalybis duro mollis praecisa metallo
Mole premor propria, tecto conclusa sub alto.

Peck:

An herb was I, within a grassy glade,
When soft, laid low beneath an iron blade,
And then aloft with many kindred laid.

Ohl:

A blade was I once of earth's green grass; but cut down while tender by the steel's hard blade, I am pressed down by my own weight, packed beneath a lofty roof.

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