it tremibunda abies clipeum per et aerea texta loricae tandemque animam sub pectore magno deprendit: ruit haud alio quam celsa fragore turris, ubi innumeros penitus quassata per ictus labitur effractamque aperit victoribus urbem.
The pinewood shaft passes quivering through shield and bronze mail of the corselet and at length finds the life deep in the great breast. He falls with a crash like a lofty tower, when profoundly shaken by countless blows it collapses, opening a breached city to the victors.
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