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Page 589
... holy face with impure brine ? Coolness , Phœbus , you will court more pleasantly in the shade that I shall offer : come [ 85 ] hither , hither to me ; steep your blazing locks in the dew . Softer will be the sleep that will come to you ...
... holy face with impure brine ? Coolness , Phœbus , you will court more pleasantly in the shade that I shall offer : come [ 85 ] hither , hither to me ; steep your blazing locks in the dew . Softer will be the sleep that will come to you ...
Page 592
... holy counsels of the gods above , now the realms deep below wherein howls a savage hound , let him live a simple , frugal life , after the fashion of the teacher who came from Samos , let herbs offer him food that works no [ 60 ] harm ...
... holy counsels of the gods above , now the realms deep below wherein howls a savage hound , let him live a simple , frugal life , after the fashion of the teacher who came from Samos , let herbs offer him food that works no [ 60 ] harm ...
Page 608
... holy wood , shady dells on Parnassus . Do not you look down on song divine , creation of the bard , for naught graces more finely than does song his heavenly source , his heavenly seed , his mind mortal in origin , for song still keeps holy ...
... holy wood , shady dells on Parnassus . Do not you look down on song divine , creation of the bard , for naught graces more finely than does song his heavenly source , his heavenly seed , his mind mortal in origin , for song still keeps holy ...
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