ardua mox torvo metitur culmina visu, innumerosque gradus gemina latus arbore clausos, arium sibi portat iter, longeque timendus multifidam quercum flagranti lumine vibrat; arma rubent una clipeoque incenditur ignis.
He looks up at the sky. Then with grim gaze he measures the lofty summits and carries an airy path for himself, steps beyond count enclosed on both sides by wooden beams. Terrible from afar, he brandishes a flaring torch of oaken faggots. His arms too redden and fire kindles on his shield.
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