bis magna victi pugna vix urbe tuemur spes Italas; recalent nostro Tiberina fluenta sanguine adhuc campique ingentes ossibus albent.
Twice vanquished in terrible battle,     we can scarcely guard within our walls the hopes of Italy; Tibers streams are still warm with our blood, the boundless plains still white with our bones.
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