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coverlets of tyrian purple dye, and naming her the consort of his couch, lays her reclining head on the most soft and downy pillows, trusting she could feel. the festal day of venus, known throughout all cyprus, now had come, and throngs were there to celebrate. heifers with spreading horns, all gold-tipped
divinity favored his plea : three times the flame leaped high and brightly in the air. when he returned, he went directly to his image-maid, bent over her, and kissed her many times, while she was on her couch; and as he kissed, she seemed to gather some warmth from his lips. again he kissed her; and he felt...
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