Iamque pererratis infelix Lemnia campis, liber ut angue locus, modico super aggere longe pallida sanguineis infectas roribus herbas prospicit.
And now the hapless Lemnian wanders through the fields, now that the place is rid of the serpent, and at the top of a small distant knoll she pales to see grass stained with bloody dews.
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