The Curse of Minerva
Pallas te hoc Vulnere Pallas Immolat et poenam scelerato ex Sanguine Sumit. Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the...
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Pallas te hoc Vulnere Pallas Immolat et poenam scelerato ex Sanguine Sumit. Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting Sun; Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light; O'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave that trembles as it glows; On old Ægina's rock and Hydra's isle The God of gladness sheds his parting smile; O'er his own regions lingering loves to shine, Though there his altars are no more divine.…
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