nonne vides, cum praecipiti certamine campum corripuere, ruuntque effusi carcere currus, cum spes adrectae iuvenum, exsultantiaque haurit corda pavor pulsans? illi instant verbere torto et proni dant lora, volat vi fervidus axis; iamque humiles iamque elati sublime videntur ara per vacuum ferri atque adsurgere in auras.
See you not, when in headlong contest the chariots have seized upon the plain, and stream in a torrent from the barrier, when the young drivers hopes are high, and throbbing fear drains each bounding heart? On they press with circling lash, bending forward to slacken rein; fiercely flies the glowing wheel. Now sinking low, now raised aloft, they seem to be borne through empty air and to soar skyward.
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