quid mirum, patria si te petiere relicta quos Lucanus ager, rigidi quos iugera Dauni, quos Veneri plorata domus neglectaque tellus Alcidae, vel quos e vertice Surrentino mittit Tyrrheni speculatrix virgo profundi, quos propiore sinu lituo remoque notatus collis et Ausonii pridem laris hospita Cyme, quosque Dicarchei portus Baianaque mittunt litora, qua mediis alte permixtus anhelat ignis aquis et operta domos incendia servant? sic ad Avernales scopulos et opaca Sibyllae antra rogaturae veniebant undique gentes (illa minas divum Parcarumque acta canebat, quamvis decepto vates non irrita Phoebo).
What wonder if they left their homes to seek you? Lucanias land sends them, and the acres of stern Daunus, and the dwelling mourned of Venus, and the land Alcides neglected, or the maiden who gazes from Surrentums summit at the Tyrrhene deep and the hill on the nearer bay marked by trumpet and oar, and Cyme that long ago welcomed Ausonias household god, and the haven of Dicarchus, and Baiaes shore, where fire pants mingled deep in the midst of water and hidden conflagrations preserve the houses. Even so from all sides used to come the peoples to Avernus crags and the Sibyls dark cave to ask their questions; she would sing of the threats of gods and the doings of the Fates, no vain prophetess though Phoebus was hoodwinked.
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