huc me post patrii laetum quinquennia lustri, cum stadio iam pigra quies canusque sederet pulvis, ad Ambracias conversa gymnade frondes, trans gentile fretum placidi facundia Polli detulit et nitidae iuvenilis gratia Pollae, flectere iam cupidum gressus qua limite noto Appia longarum teritur regina viarum.
Hither I came gladly across my native bay after the quinquennial festival of my home, when a lazy lull had settled on the stadium and the dust lay white as the athletes turned to Ambracian laurels. I was drawn by the eloquence of gentle Pollius and elegant Pollas youthful grace, though already eager to bend my steps where Appia, queen of long highways, takes the traveler along her familiar track.
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