Rursus fragor intonat ingens hortantum et vasto subter volat astra tumultu; ut rapidus torrens, animos cui verna ministrant flamina et exuti concreto frigore montes, cum vagus in campos frustra prohibentibus exit obicibus, resonant permixto turbine tecta, arva, armenta, viri, donec stetit improbus alto colle minor magnoque invenit in aggere ripas.
Again thunders out the great roar of the backers and flies in vast tumult to the stars. Twas like a swift torrent, encouraged by spring breezes and mountains stripped of their frozen chill, when it comes wandering out into the plain over obstructions that vainly stay its course: dwellings, fields, cattle, men resound in the mingled swirl, until the ungovernable flow halts bested before a high hill or finds banks in some great rampart.
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