ora sub excelso iamdudum vertice coni saeva micant cursuque ardescit nec tibi, Perse, nec tibi, virgo, iubae laetabile sidus Achivae, acer ut autumno canis iratoque locati ab Iove fatales ad regna iniusta cometae.
Straightway neath the lofty summit of his helm do his eyes flash fury, and as he speeds along his Achaean plume blazes like a star, bringing no joy to thee, O Perses, nor yet, O maid, to thee; like the fierce hound of autumn is it or comets sent to mark the doom of unjust kings by angry Jove.
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