heu princeps Natura! ubi numina, ubi ille est fulminis iniusti iaculator? ubi estis, Athenae? septima iam surgens trepidis Aurora iacentes aversatur equis; radios declinat et horret stelligeri iubar omne poli; iam comminus ipsae pabula dira ferae campumque odere volucres spirantem tabo et caelum ventosque gravantem.
Ah primal Nature! Where are the gods, where that hurler of the unjust thunderbolt? Where are you, Athens? Now a seventh Dawn rising turns her frightened horses from them as they lie. Every heavenly beam slants its light away in horror. The very wild beasts and birds as they come close abhor the horrid carrion and the field breathing corruption, tainting sky and breeze.
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