ecce coronato pars altera rapta phaselo, mulcet ubi Elysias aura beata rosas, qua numerosa fides, quaque aera rotunda Cybebes mitratisque sonant Lydia plectra choris.
But see, the other group are hurried off in a garlanded vessel, where a happy breeze gently fans the roses of Elysium, where sound the strings of melody, Cybeles cymbals, and Lydian lyres struck in the turbaned dance.
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