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... neath the soft turf , and from the place of your burial may roses grow , and marigolds , and the crimson - faced hyacinth . Mild be acus's judgement on you , and may Ætnæan Proserpina [ 45 ] smile upon you ; may you stroll in endless ...
... neath the soft turf , and from the place of your burial may roses grow , and marigolds , and the crimson - faced hyacinth . Mild be acus's judgement on you , and may Ætnæan Proserpina [ 45 ] smile upon you ; may you stroll in endless ...
Page 610
... neath crowded Orcus , perhaps you will jealously guard these praises , and my father's name , thus lauded in song , guarding them , I mean , to serve as an example for a time far distant . Psalm CXIV [ Greek on p . 5541 [ 120 ] WHEN the ...
... neath crowded Orcus , perhaps you will jealously guard these praises , and my father's name , thus lauded in song , guarding them , I mean , to serve as an example for a time far distant . Psalm CXIV [ Greek on p . 5541 [ 120 ] WHEN the ...
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... neath their loving mothers ? Shake yourself , Earth , tremble in fear before the Lord as he makes a mighty noise , shake , Earth , fearing the Lord , the loftiest majesty of the son of Isaac , [ 20 ] of God who , even from the crags by ...
... neath their loving mothers ? Shake yourself , Earth , tremble in fear before the Lord as he makes a mighty noise , shake , Earth , fearing the Lord , the loftiest majesty of the son of Isaac , [ 20 ] of God who , even from the crags by ...
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