ubi Taenara tristia vasto in praeceps deiecta chao, latebrosus et ille amnis inexpletis volvens incendia ripis? ante fores tumuli, quas saxa iumania duro obice damnarant scopulis substructa cavatis, stat Dominus nomenque ciet frigentis amici.
Where is the gloomy Taenarum that plunges down precipitously into the desolation of blackness, and that unexplored stream that rolls fire between its banks insatiate? Before the doors of the tomb, which monstrous stones, blocking the chambered rock, had closed with an impenetrable barrier, stands the Lord and calls the name of his friend now cold in death.
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