haec cantu finditque solum manesque sepulcris elicit et tepido devocat ossa rogo; iam tenet infernas magico stridore catervas, iam iubet aspersas lacte referre pedem.
Her chaunting cleaves the ground, lures the spirit from its tomb, and down from the warm pyre summons the bony frame. Now with magic shrillings she keeps the troops of the grave before her; now she sprinkles them with milk and commands them to retreat.
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