quae spes Nymphis aufertur Achaeis! praereptum quanto proles Boebeia questu audiet et flavi quam tristis nata Lycormae! sic ait et celerem frondosa per avia cervum suscitat ac iuveni sublimem cornibus offert.
How fair a hope have the nymphs of Achaea lost! with what complainings will Boebes brood hear that thou hast stolen him from them! how sad will be the daughter of yellow Lycormas! So saying she puts up a swift hart through the trackless brushwood, all lofty-antlered, right in the lads path.
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