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horace-works_51		horace-works_51			.txt	text/plain	316	13	69	How near was I seeing the dominions of black Proserpine, and Aeacus sitting in judgment; the separate abodes also of the pious, and Sappho complaining in her Aeohan lyre of her own country damsels; and thee, O Alcaeus, sounding in fuller strains on thy golden harp the distresses of exile, and the distresses of war. ODE XIII.	cache/horace-works_51.txt	txt/horace-works_51.txt
