tunc demum litore rauco multa metu reputans et vix confisa Lyaeo dividor, ipsa gradu nitente, sed anxia retro pectora; nec requies quin et surgentia caelo flamina et e cunctis prospectem collibus undas.
Then indeed on the sounding shore, with many a fear in mind and scarce trusting Lyaeus, I separate. With urgent step I go, but my troubled heart looks back; nor do I rest from viewing from every hill the breezes rising in the sky and the waves.
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