vix haec in munera solvo primum animum tacitisque situm depellere chordis nunc etiam labente manu nec lumine sicco ordior acclinis tumulo quo molle quiescis iugera nostra tenens, ubi post Aeneia fata stellatus Latiis ingessit montibus Albam Ascanius, Phrygio dum pingues sanguine campos odit et infaustae regnum dotale novercae.
Hardly do I relax my mind for the first time to do this office and start to brush away the dust from my silent strings with hand still faltering and eyes not dry, leaning upon the tomb in which you softly rest in our own acres, where after Aeneas death starred Ascanius piled Alba on the Latian hills, hating the fields soaked with Phrygian blood and the dotal kingdom of an inauspicious stepmother.
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