Diverso interea miscentur moenia luctu, et magis atque magis, quamquam secreta parentis Anchisae domus arboribusque obtecta recessit, clarescunt sonitus armorumque ingruit horror.
On every side, meanwhile, the city is in a turmoil of anguish; and more and more, though my father Anchises house lay far withdrawn and screened by trees, clearer grow the sounds and wars dread din sweeps on.
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