sic victa sopore doloso Martia fluminea posuit latus Ilia ripa; non talis niveos tinxit Lavinia vultus cum Turno spectante rubet; non Claudia talis respexit populos mota iam virgo carina.
Thus Martian Ilia laid her down on the river bank, overborne by treacherous sleep; not so did Lavinia tinge her snow-white cheeks, blushing before Turnus gaze; not so did Claudia look back at the crowd when the keel moved and made her virgin.
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