Figit gelidus Nereida pallor: ille aderat multo sudore et pulvere maior, et tamen arma inter festinatosque labores dulcis adhuc visu: niveo natat ignis in ore purpureus fulvoque nitet coma gratior auro.
Icy pallor rivets the Nereid. The lad was there, much sweat and dust made him bigger, and yet amid weapons and hurried labours he was still sweet to look upon. A bright glow swims in his snow-white face and his hair shines fairer than tawny gold.
final_alignments\Statius_Achilleid.json