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The Aeneid

  • b5825192143has quoted2 years ago
    Arms, and the man I sing, who, forc'd by fate,
    And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate,
    Expell'd and exil'd, left the Trojan shore.
  • Ira Mae Magohas quoted3 years ago
    Why could not I by that strong arm be slain,
    And lie by noble Hector on the plain,
    Or great Sarpedon, in those bloody fields
    Where Simois rolls the bodies and the shields
    Of heroes, whose dismember'd hands yet bear
    The dart aloft, and clench the pointed spear!"
  • Ira Mae Magohas quoted3 years ago
    "That under Ilian walls before their parents died!
    Tydides, bravest of the Grecian train!
  • Ira Mae Magohas quoted3 years ago
    "Thrice and four times happy those," he cried
  • Ira Mae Magohas quoted3 years ago
    He said, and hurl'd against the mountain side
    His quiv'ring spear, and all the god applied.
    The raging winds rush thro' the hollow wound,
    And dance aloft in air, and skim along the ground;
  • Ira Mae Magohas quoted3 years ago
    Thy force alone their fury can restrain,
    And smooth the waves, or swell the troubled main-
    A race of wand'ring slaves, abhorr'd by me,
    With prosp'rous passage cut the Tuscan sea;
    To fruitful Italy their course they steer,
  • Ira Mae Magohas quoted3 years ago
    "O Aeolus! for to thee the King of Heav'n
    The pow'r of tempests and of winds has giv'n;
  • Ira Mae Magohas quoted3 years ago
    What nations now to Juno's pow'r will pray,
    Or off'rings on my slighted altars lay?"
  • Ira Mae Magohas quoted3 years ago
    But I, who walk in awful state above,
    The majesty of heav'n, the sister wife of Jove,
  • Ira Mae Magohas quoted3 years ago
    She, for the fault of one offending foe,
    The bolts of Jove himself presum'd to throw:
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