cingitur inde sinus et, qua sibi fida magis vis nulla, Prometheae florem de sanguine fibrae Caucaseum promit nutritaque gramina ventis, quae sacer ille nives inter tristesque pruinas durat alitque cruor, cum viscere vultur adeso tollitur e scopulis et rostro inrorat aperto.
Then she girds up her robe and takes forth a Caucasian herb, of potency sure beyond all others, sprung of the gore that dropped from the liver of Prometheus, and grass wind-nurtured, fostered and strengthened by that blood divine among snows and grisly frosts, when the vulture rises from his feasting on the flesh and from his open beak bedews the cliffs.
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