a, virgo infelix, tu nunc in montibus erras: ille latus niveum molli fultus hyacintho ilice sub nigra pallentis ruminat herbas aut aliquam in magno sequitur grege.
Ah! unhappy girl, now you roam the hills; he, pillowing his snowy side on soft hyacinths, under a dark ilex chews the pale grass, or courts some heifer in the populous herd.
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