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Very good [Metrical?] Translations

Like a dove that with swift movement Flies with glistening wings outspread Near her home and precious loved ones Beats the thin air overhead. So with Mnestheus, so his sail boat Cuts the distance more and more 'I [unclear] him and the Pietrix which doth Strive to gain the distant shore. Now he sees Sergestus struggling With his wrecked boat on a rock Calling loudly for assistance While the waves his efforts mock. Following the great [unclear] Sails with [unclear] in the prow; Save Cloanthus, he alone seems certain of the vict'ry now. On he comes, amid the clamor And the plaudit of the crowd, Now the racks resond with shouting, Echoing both shrill and loud.