haec ait et pontum pater ac turbata reponit litora depellitque notos, quos caerulus horror et madido gravis unda sinu longeque secutus imber ad Aeoliae tendunt simul aequora portae.
So spoke the Father and lulled the sea and the beaten shores, and drove away the South winds, in whose train dark curling waters, surge-laden folds of heavy billows and the rainstorm far behind move on together to the seas of the Aeolian gate.
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