effugimus scopulos Ithacae, Laertia regna, et terram altricem saevi exsecramur Ulixi; mox et Leucatae nimbosa cacumina montis et formidatus nautis aperitur Apollo.
We flee past the rocks of Ithaca, Laertes realm, and curse the land that nursed cruel Ulysses. Soon, too, Mount Leucatas storm-capped peaks come in view, and Apollos shrine, dreaded by sailors.
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