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Namque eris ipse Dei radiante sub ©¡gide tutus , Ille tibi custos , et pugil ille tibi ; Ille Sion©¡©¡ qui tot sub moenibus arcis Assyrios fudit nocte silente viros ; Inque fugam vertit quos in Samaritidas oras Misit ab antiquis prisca ...
Namque eris ipse Dei radiante sub ©¡gide tutus , Ille tibi custos , et pugil ille tibi ; Ille Sion©¡©¡ qui tot sub moenibus arcis Assyrios fudit nocte silente viros ; Inque fugam vertit quos in Samaritidas oras Misit ab antiquis prisca ...
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Delius ipse venit , video Peneide lauro Implicitos crines , Delius ipse venit . Jam mihi mens liquidi raptatur in ardua c©«li , Perque vagas nubes corpore liber eo ; Perque umbras , perque antra feror penetralia vatum Et mihi fana patent ...
Delius ipse venit , video Peneide lauro Implicitos crines , Delius ipse venit . Jam mihi mens liquidi raptatur in ardua c©«li , Perque vagas nubes corpore liber eo ; Perque umbras , perque antra feror penetralia vatum Et mihi fana patent ...
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Edomui Phoebum , cessit et ille mihi ; Et quoties meminit Penëidos , ipse fatetur Certiùs et graviùs tela nocere mea . Me nequit adductum curvare peritiùs arcum , Qui post terga solet vincere Parthus eques : Cydoniusque mihi cedit ...
Edomui Phoebum , cessit et ille mihi ; Et quoties meminit Penëidos , ipse fatetur Certiùs et graviùs tela nocere mea . Me nequit adductum curvare peritiùs arcum , Qui post terga solet vincere Parthus eques : Cydoniusque mihi cedit ...
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