tum Sol pallentis haud umquam discutit umbras, nec cum invectus equis altum petit aethera, nec cum praecipitem Oceani rubro lavit aequore currum.
Then, too, never does the Sun scatter the pale mists, either when, borne on his chariot, he climbs high heaven, or when he laves his headlong car in Oceans crimson plain.
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