Eclogue

1 VIII|  For Nysa, and with this my dying breath~Call on the gods,
2 VIII|   this my latest gift,~From dying lips bequeathed thee, see
3    X|   loss so dear -~Gallus lay dying? for neither did the slopes~
4    X| elm-tree bole~Of drought is dying, should, under Cancer’s
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