And while the memory of self remains,
While life's warm spirit quickens in my veins
Still shall your worth be treasured in my breast;
And still Elissa's virtues be confess'd.
Book IV, lines 429–432 - The Æneis (1817)
And while the memory of self remains,
While life's warm spirit quickens in my veins
Still shall your worth be treasured in my breast;
And still Elissa's virtues be confess'd.
Book IV, lines 429–432 - The Æneis (1817)