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Strona 153
... hinc inde jactat , anchoram Donec sepulchro jecerit . Est flosculus qui nascitur , crescit , perit , Vix explicatis frondibus . Vicesque servat temporum , ut soporibus Qui nictat ingruentibus , Mox in sepulcri pulverem , unde primulum ...
... hinc inde jactat , anchoram Donec sepulchro jecerit . Est flosculus qui nascitur , crescit , perit , Vix explicatis frondibus . Vicesque servat temporum , ut soporibus Qui nictat ingruentibus , Mox in sepulcri pulverem , unde primulum ...
Strona 194
... Hinc male defensum , contracto frigore , corpus Vastat in his tectis nunc ignea febris : — in aurem Hoc tibi ; nam pavidas agitant mala murmura damas . Ipse domi maneas ; poteris si forte sub ægra Tutior esse domo ! — non est mihi ...
... Hinc male defensum , contracto frigore , corpus Vastat in his tectis nunc ignea febris : — in aurem Hoc tibi ; nam pavidas agitant mala murmura damas . Ipse domi maneas ; poteris si forte sub ægra Tutior esse domo ! — non est mihi ...
Strona 196
... , planctusque suorum , Adde , quibus conjux deflet amata virum : Hæc angunt morientem hinc mortis amarior hora est , Quo magis ante oculos quæ tibi demat habes . W. V. Ad Juliam lacrymantem . EHEU ! Julia cara , 196 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS .
... , planctusque suorum , Adde , quibus conjux deflet amata virum : Hæc angunt morientem hinc mortis amarior hora est , Quo magis ante oculos quæ tibi demat habes . W. V. Ad Juliam lacrymantem . EHEU ! Julia cara , 196 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS .
Strona 200
... sui Themis usa juris . Hinc magne vindex ! te colet ultimis Europa terris , o acie gravis Bellator ! o felix remotas Foederibus sociare gentes . " W. Υἱὸς . VIII . Eri Fastus . Λυκάονος εὔχεται εἶναι 200 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS .
... sui Themis usa juris . Hinc magne vindex ! te colet ultimis Europa terris , o acie gravis Bellator ! o felix remotas Foederibus sociare gentes . " W. Υἱὸς . VIII . Eri Fastus . Λυκάονος εὔχεται εἶναι 200 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS .
Strona 205
... Hinc , et Amorrhea valles et pascua cerni , Quosque alit innumeros læta Peræa greges . Hinc , et qua Paneæ Jordanes fontibus ortus Centum antiqua sacris oppida lambit aquis : Roscidus inde Hermon , Libanique halantia longe Culmina ...
... Hinc , et Amorrhea valles et pascua cerni , Quosque alit innumeros læta Peræa greges . Hinc , et qua Paneæ Jordanes fontibus ortus Centum antiqua sacris oppida lambit aquis : Roscidus inde Hermon , Libanique halantia longe Culmina ...
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