Quis carmine digno exsequias et dona malae feralia pompae perlegat? omne illic stipatum examine longo ver Arabum Cilicumque fluit floresque Sabaei Indorumque arsura seges praereptaque templis tura Palaestinis simul Hebraeique liquores Coryciaeque comae Cinyreaque germina; at altis ipsa toris Serum Tyrioque umbrata recumbit tegmine.
Who could recount in worthy song the obsequies and funeral gifts of the sinister procession? There close-packed in lengthy abundance flows the whole springtime of Arabia and Cilicia, Sabaean flowers, Indian harvest for the flames, incense preempted from Palestinian temples, Hebrew essences too, Corycian strands and Cinyrean buds. She herself reclines on a lofty couch, shaded by cover of silk and Tyrian purple.
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