quanta procul moles scopulis ad sidera tendit, cuius in ario pendent tua vertice castra! iamque iugis agmen rapitur; trepidantia fumant moenia, et Hesperio tellus porrecta sub axe Sidoniis lucet flammis.
How huge the rampart of cliffs that rises far towards heaven! And on its airy summit your camp is perched. Now the army rushes down from the mountains; terrified cities send up smoke, and the land that lies beneath the western heavens blazes with Punic fires.
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