an te, Cydne, canam, tacitis qui leniter undis caeruleus placidis per vada serpis aquis, quantus et aetherio contingens vertice nubes frigidus intonsos Taurus alat Cilicas? quid referam ut volitet crebras intacta per urbes alba Palaestino sancta columba Syro, utque maris vastum prospectet turribus aequor prima ratem ventis credere docta Tyros, qualis et, arentes cum findit Sirius agros, fertilis aestiva Nilus abundet aqua?.
Or, Cydnus, shall I sing of thee whose silent wave steals bluely through the waters of the still lagoon? Or how with head that reaches to the clouds extends chill Taurus, the feeder of Cilicias long-haired sons? Why should I recount how from town to town unharmed flies the white dove that the Syrians of Palestine revere? How Tyre, first town that learned to trust the ship to the mercy of the wind, looks out from her towers across the vast sea-plain? Or how, when Sirius splits the parching fields, through all the heats life-giving Nile is full in flood?
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