Eclogue

1    I|      freedom, and no thought to save.~Though many a victim from
2    1|    garlic. I, with none beside,~Save hoarse cicalas shrilling
3 VIII| whereunto~There lacketh nothing save the power of song.~“Draw
Best viewed with any browser at 800x600 or 768x1024 on Tablet PC
IntraText® (VA1) - Some rights reserved by EuloTech SRL - 1996-2009. Content in this page is licensed under a Creative Commons License