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... læta precarer Conderet ut tristem nox mihi summa diem . Hoc voluere modo longos me fingere crines , Castaque tædiferi templa subire dei ; Nam mihi dixerunt hymenæam surgere lucem , Visaque sum sponso nupta futura meo . Ah ! male funestæ ...
... læta precarer Conderet ut tristem nox mihi summa diem . Hoc voluere modo longos me fingere crines , Castaque tædiferi templa subire dei ; Nam mihi dixerunt hymenæam surgere lucem , Visaque sum sponso nupta futura meo . Ah ! male funestæ ...
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... læta , sedenti Sub roseo visus tegmine cantus avis . Illa vident memores umbracula semper Ille mea nunquam cantus in aure silet : Sæpius at mecum vernas meditata sub horas , 66 ocelli ; Luget adhuc illic num Philomela ? " rogo . " Num ...
... læta , sedenti Sub roseo visus tegmine cantus avis . Illa vident memores umbracula semper Ille mea nunquam cantus in aure silet : Sæpius at mecum vernas meditata sub horas , 66 ocelli ; Luget adhuc illic num Philomela ? " rogo . " Num ...
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... læta nitent ! Rivulus illimis , gelidum nemus , aura Favonî , Floris odor , fontis murmura , cantus avis ; Cuncta prius grata specie blandita placebant ; Nam comes astabat , quo sine , nulla placent . Nunc dolor est ingens , mihi quod ...
... læta nitent ! Rivulus illimis , gelidum nemus , aura Favonî , Floris odor , fontis murmura , cantus avis ; Cuncta prius grata specie blandita placebant ; Nam comes astabat , quo sine , nulla placent . Nunc dolor est ingens , mihi quod ...
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... læta juventa calet ; Hac semel elapsa , pejora prioribus usque , Tempora dant tristes pessima facta vices . Difficilis , virgo , ne sis nimis ! utere vita : Dum licet , est pulcræ conciliandus Hymen ; Nam simul aruerit viridis flos ...
... læta juventa calet ; Hac semel elapsa , pejora prioribus usque , Tempora dant tristes pessima facta vices . Difficilis , virgo , ne sis nimis ! utere vita : Dum licet , est pulcræ conciliandus Hymen ; Nam simul aruerit viridis flos ...
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... Læta nec ignava gleba subacta manu : Dulcibus ejecit dominus non æquus ab arvis ; Et seges , et morbo deperiere boves . Pauperis heu duram sortem ! cui frusta petenti Invidet exiguam verna protervus opem ; Corpora cui raris horrescunt ...
... Læta nec ignava gleba subacta manu : Dulcibus ejecit dominus non æquus ab arvis ; Et seges , et morbo deperiere boves . Pauperis heu duram sortem ! cui frusta petenti Invidet exiguam verna protervus opem ; Corpora cui raris horrescunt ...
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