Harpyiae semper mea pabula servant, fallere quas nusquam misero locus: ilicet omnes deveniunt niger intorto ceu turbine nimbus, iamque alis procul et sonitu mihi nota Celaeno; diripiunt verruntque dapes foedataque turbant pocula, saevit odor surgitque miserrima pugna, parque mihi monstrisque fames.
The Harpies ever watch my food; never, alas! can I elude them; straightway they all swoop down like the black cloud of a whirling hurricane, already by the sound of her wings I know Celaeno from afar; they ravage and sweep away my banquet, and befoul and upset the cups, there is a violent stench and a sorry battle arises, for the monsters are as famished as I.
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