quis tibi Phoebeas acies veteremque revolvat Phocida? qui Panopen, qui Daulida, qui Cyparisson, et valles, Lebadia, tuas et Hyampolin acri subnixam scopulo, vel qui Parnason utrumque aut Cirrham tauris Anemorianque supinant Coryciumque nemus propellentemque Lilaean Cephisi glaciale caput, quo suetus anhelam ferre sitim Python amnemque avertere ponto: omnibus intextas cono super aspice laurus armaque vel Tityon vel Delon habentia, vel quas hic deus innumera laxavit caede pharetras.
Who should rehearse for you the troops of Phoebus and ancient Phocis, the men of Panope and Daulis and Cyparissos and your valleys, Lebadia, and Hyampolis, leaning against a jagged crag; or those who with bulls upturn twin Parnassus or Cirrha and Anemoria and the Corycian forest and Lilaea that sends forth the icy fount of Cephisus, whither Python was wont to carry his panting thirst and turn the river from the sea? Behold the laurels twined about every helm and the shields imaging Tityos  or Delos or the quivers that the god emptied here in uncounted slaughter.
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