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to sleep, rose and wandered out into the garden. The Hon.

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Than vows could hope for, strikes on Scaeva's brow

to sleep, rose and wandered out into the garden. The Hon.

To light within his eye: the hero tugs

to sleep, rose and wandered out into the garden. The Hon.

Intrepid, bursts the nerves, and tears the shaft

to sleep, rose and wandered out into the garden. The Hon.

Forth with the eyeball, and with dauntless heel

Treads them to dust. Not otherwise a bear

Pannonian, fiercer for the wound received,

Maddened by dart from Libyan thong propelled,

Turns circling on her wound, and still pursues

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