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Iamque michi sensim spes abierat; praeter enim aliquot tuorum principia librorum, in quibus uelut exoptati amici supercilium procul ambiguum et raptim uibrans seu fluctuantis come apicem intuebar, latini nichil obtigerat, nichil denique sperabatur ubi te cominus contemplarer... | Iamque michi sensim spes abierat; praeter enim aliquot tuorum principia librorum, in quibus uelut exoptati amici supercilium procul ambiguum et raptim uibrans seu fluctuantis come apicem intuebar, latini nichil obtigerat, nichil denique sperabatur ubi te cominus contemplarer... | ||
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I had given up all hope because, except for some few beginnings of your books – from which I had caught a glimpse of your flashing eyebrow from afar, and your flowing hair, as if of a wished-for friend – I had nothing available in Latin, I had not hope to see you close to me... | I had given up all hope because, except for some few beginnings of your books – from which I had caught a glimpse of your flashing eyebrow from afar, and your flowing hair, as if of a wished-for friend – I had nothing available in Latin, I had not hope to see you close to me... | ||
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Iamque michi sensim spes abierat; praeter enim aliquot tuorum principia librorum, in quibus uelut exoptati amici supercilium procul ambiguum et raptim uibrans seu fluctuantis come apicem intuebar, latini nichil obtigerat, nichil denique sperabatur ubi te cominus contemplarer...
I had given up all hope because, except for some few beginnings of your books – from which I had caught a glimpse of your flashing eyebrow from afar, and your flowing hair, as if of a wished-for friend – I had nothing available in Latin, I had not hope to see you close to me...
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