ille propinquabat silvis et ab aggere celso scuta virum galeasque videt rutilare comantes, qua laxant rami nemus adversaque sub umbra flammeus aeratis lunae tremor errat in armis.
Drawing near the woods, from a tall mound he sees the red gleam of soldiers shields and crested helmets where the branches leave an opening in the grove and in the fronting shade tremulous moonlight strays flickering upon brazen armour.
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