English poem
Adrian's Address To His Soul When Dying.
Animula! vagula, Blandula, Hospes, comesque corporis, Qu' nunc abibis in Loca - Pallidula, rigida, nudula, Nec, ut soles, dabis Jocos? Translation. - Ah! gentle, fleeting, wav'ring Sprite, Friend and associate of this clay! To what unknown region borne, Wilt thou, now, wing thy distant flight? No more with wonted humour gay, But pallid, cheerless, and forlorn.
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