Tum vero omne mihi visum considere in ignis Ilium et ex imo verti Neptunia Troia; ac veluti summis antiquam in montibus ornum cum ferro accisam crebrisque bipennibus instant eruere agricolae certatim; illa usque minatur et tremefacta comam concusso vertice nutat, vulneribus donec paulatim evicta supremum congemuit traxitque iugis avulsa ruinam.
Then, indeed, it seemed to me that all Ilium was sinking into the flames and that Neptunes Troy was being overturned from her base'even as when on mountain-tops woodmen emulously strain to overturn an ancient ash tree, which has been hacked with many a blow of axe and iron; it ever threatens to fall, and nods with trembling leafage and rocking crest, till, little by little, overcome with wounds, it gives one loud last groan and, uptorn from the ridges, comes crashing down.
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