rupta quies; deus ancipitem lymphaverat urbem, Mygdoniae Pan iussa ferens saevissima matris, Pan nemorum bellique potens, quem lucis ab horis antra tenent; patet ad medias per devia noctes saetigerum latus et torvae coma sibila frontis vox omnes super una tubas, qua conus et enses, qua trepidis auriga rotis nocturnaque muris claustra cadunt; talesque metus non Martia cassis Eumenidumque comae, non tristis ab aethere Gorgo sparserit aut tantis aciem raptaverit umbris.
Mens rest was broken; the god Pan had driven the doubting city distraught, Pan fulfilling the cruel commands of the Mygdonian Mother, Pan lord of the woodlands and of war, whom from the daylight hours caverns shelter; about midnight in lonely places are seen that hairy flank and the soughing leafage on his fierce brow. Louder than all trumpets sounds his voice alone, and at that sound fall helm and sword, the charioteer from his rocking car and bolts from gates of walls by night; nor might the helmet of Mars and the tresses of the Furies, nor the dismal Gorgon from on high spread such terror, nor with phantoms so dire sweep an army in headlong rout.
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