Viderat Inachias rapidum glomerare cohortes Bacchus iter; gemuit Tyriam conversus ad urbem, altricemque domum et patrios reminiscitur ignes, purpureum tristi turbatus pectore vultum: non crines, non serta loco, dextramque reliquit thyrsus, et intactae ceciderunt cornibus uvae.
Bacchus had seen the Inachian cohorts mass their rapid march. Turning to the Tyrian city he groaned, remembering the home that fostered him and his fathers fires,  sad at heart, his shining face distraught. His hair and garlands were disordered, the wand left his hand, the grapes fell from his horns untouched.
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