aleator classicus

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Virgil, Aeneid 3.570-577

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portus ab accessu ventorum immotus et ingens
ipse: sed horrificis iuxta tonat Aetna ruinis,
interdumque atram prorumpit ad aethera nubem
turbine fumantem piceo et candente favilla,
attollitque globos flammarum et sidera lambit;
interdum scopulos avulsaque viscera montis
erigit eructans, liquefactaque saxa sub auras
cum gemitu glomerat fundoque exaestuat imo.

There is a harbour, huge itself and unmoved by the winds’ approach. But next to it Etna thunders with terrifying collapses. At one moment it spews out to the sky a dark cloud smoky with pitch-black tornado and glowing ash; it throws up balls of flame and licks the stars. At the next moment it vomits up high the rocks and the guts of the mountain, and with a groan it presses together molten rock in the air; it boils from its deepest foundation.

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August 1, 2013 at 12:00 PM

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