fit strepitus tectis vocemque per ampla volutant atria; dependent lychni laquearibus aureis incensi et noctem flammis funalia vincunt.
A din arises in the palace and voices roll through the spacious halls; lighted lamps hang down from the fretted roof of gold, and flaming torches drive out the night.
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