quid bifera Alcinoi laudem pomaria vosque, qui numquam vacui prodistis in aethera, rami? cedant Telegoni, cedant Laurentia Turni iugera Lucrinaeque domus litusque cruenti Antiphatae, cedant vitreae iuga perfida Circes Dulichiis ululata lupis, arcesque superbae Anxuris et sedes Phrygio quas mitis alumno debet anus, cedant quae te iam solibus artis Antia nimbosa revocabunt litora bruma.
Why should I laud the twice-bearing orchards of Alcinous and the boughs that never stretched empty to the sky? Let Telegonus fields, let the Laurentian acres of Turnus yield, and the Lucrine dwellings and bloody Antiphates shore; likewise the treacherous ridge of glassy Circe, where Dulichian wolves howled, and Anxurs proud citadel and the home that the gentle old dame owes to her Phrygian nursling; likewise Antiums shores that will call you back when suns are narrowed in rainy midwinter.
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