accipiter, medio tendens a limite solis, dilectas Veneri notasque ab honore Diones turbabat violentus aves atque unguibus idem, idem nunc rostro, duris nunc ictibus alae, ter quinas dederat saeva inter vulnera leto; nec finis satiesve, novi sed sanguinis ardor gliscere, et urgebat trepidam iam caede priorum incertamque fugae, pluma labente, columbam, donec Phoebeo veniens Iovis ales ab ortu in tenues tandem nubes dare terga coegit.
A hawk, flying from the sun in his meridian,b was fiercely assailing a flock of the birds that are dear to Venus and owe their fame to the favour of Dionec; now with talons, now with beak, and now with fierce buffeting of his wings, he had cruelly wounded and slain fifteen victims. Nor did he stop, satisfied: his eagerness for a fresh victim grew, and he pressed hard on the last dove, while she wavered in her flight with flagging wing, terrified by the slaughter of the rest. But now an eagle, coming up from the East, forced the hawk at last to fly for refuge to the unsubstantial clouds.
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