paenitet heu sero dulces liquisse penates, arreptoque avide, quo concidis, Icare, saxo, postquam aevum senior percussaque pectora frustra sentit et, ut tantos compescat morte dolores, nil opis in dextra, vastae se culmine turris praecipitem iacit et delapsus pondere prono membra super nati moribundos explicat artus.
Too late, alas! he regrets to have left the land he loved. Eagerly he clutched the stone that had felled Icarus; but, when the old man felt that his feeble blows on his own breast were vain, and knew that his arm could not help him to end his sore grief by death, he threw himself headlong from the top of the huge tower; and, falling heavily down, laid at full length his dying limbs on his sons body.
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