irrupere Argos maestique ad limina regis bella animis, bella ore fremunt; it clamor ad auras, quantus Tyrrheni gemitus salis, aut ubi temptat Enceladus mutare latus; super igneus antris mons tonat: exundant apices, fluctusque Pelorus contrahit, et sperat tellus abrupta reverti.
Into Argos they burst and at the sad kings doors they cry war with their hearts and war with their mouths. The shouting goes aloft, loud as the groaning of Tyrrhenian waters or as when Enceladus tries to change his side; above, the fiery mountain thunders in its caverns, the peaks gush forth, Pelorus contracts his waves, and the severed earth hopes to return.
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