Dying, he slew; and, staggering on the plain, With swimming eyes he sought his lover slain; Then quiet on his… — Virgil
Dying, he slew; and, staggering on the plain,
With swimming eyes he sought his lover slain;
Then quiet on his bleeding bosom fell,
Content, in death, to be revenged so well.
Moriens animam abstulit hosti.
Tum super exanimum sese proiecit amicum
Confossus, placidaque ibi demum morte quieuit.
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