Down in its deepest depths and burning amiddle her marrow.
Ah, with unmitigate heart exciting wretchedmost furies,
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Thou, Boy sacrosanct! man's grief and gladness commingling,
Thou too of Golgos Queen and Lady of leafy Idalium,
Whelm'd ye in what manner waves that maiden phantasy-firèd,
All for a blond-haired youth suspiring many a singulf!
Whiles how dire was the dread she dreed in languishing heart-strings;
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How yet more, ever more, with golden splendour she palèd!