linquimus Ortygiae portus pelagoque volamus, bacchatamque iugis Naxon viridemque Donysam, Olearon niveamque Paron sparsasque per aequor Cycladas, et crebris legimus freta consita terris.
We leave the harbour of Ortygia and fly over the sea, past Naxos with its Bacchic revels on the heights, and green Donysa, Olearos, snow-white Paros, and the sea-strewn Cyclades, and thread the straits sown thick with islands.
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