cum tamen attonito moriens vagitus in auras excidit et ruptis immutuit ore querelis, qualia non totas peragunt insomnia voces, audiit Hypsipyle, facilemque negantia cursum exanimis genua aegra rapit; iam certa malorum mentis ab augurio sparsoque per omnia visu lustrat humum quaerens et nota vocabula parvo nequiquam ingeminans: nusquam ille, et prata recentes amisere notas.
But when from your shocked lips  a dying wail passed out upon the air and the plaint hushed broken like the unfinished utterances of a dream, Hypsipyle heard. In deathly fear she hurries faint knees that will not run easily. Now certain of disaster by her minds augury and scattering her gaze in all directions, she ranges the ground in search, vainly crying over and over words familiar to the babe. Nowhere is he, and the meadow has lost the recent tracks.
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