Erotica Romana · Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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That day will overwhelm me. Happily I'll call him: spouse." All of the gods kept their counsel, and none would reply to the braggart, Lest in a pique she devise vengeance against one of them. Cupid, escaping attention, slipped off to enslave, however, her hero: Artlessly conquering by--force of a beautiful girl, Afterward decked out his couple in mute masquerade: lionskin Over her shoulders, the club leaned (by much toil) at her side; Wiry stiff hair of the hero larded with blossoms, a distaff Laid in his fist, to conform strength to the dalliance of love.
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