sic cadit, attonitis quotiens avellitur astris, Solis opaca soror; procul auxiliantia gentes aera crepant frustraque timent, at Thessala victrix ridet anhelantes audito carmine bigas.
So falls the dark sister of the Sun when plucked away from the astonished stars; the people beat bronze to aid and idly fear, but the woman of Thessaly, her spell heard, laughs victorious at the panting steeds.
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