Murranum ille eminus hasta perculerat, quo non alius, cum bella silerent, dulcius Oeagrios pulsabat pectine nervos.
His spear struck down from afar Murranus, who, in times of peace, was surpassed by none in drawing sweet strains from the lyre of Orpheus.
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