Virgil Quotes

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These success encourages: they can because they think they can.

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At the same time he lifted to heaven horrendous cries:
like the bellowing when a wounded bull has fled from the altar
and has shaken the ill-aimed axe from its neck.

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He prays to the spirit of the place and to Earth, the first of the gods, and to the Nymphs and as yet unknown rivers.

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I sing of arms and the man who first from the shores of Troy came destined an exile to Italy and the Lavinian beaches, a man much buffeted on land and on the deep by force of the gods because of fierce Juno's never-forgetting anger.

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Live and be blest! 'tis sweet to feel
Fate's book is closed and under seal.
For us, alas! that volume stern
Has many another page to turn.

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'Tis weary to look up and see
The overarching sky.

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Who are you running from, you crazy man?…Even gods have lived in the woods like me.

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A great fire, unless you feed it, spends its rage in vain.

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Oh happy, if he knew his happy state!
The swain, who, free from business and debate,
Receives his easy food from Nature's hand,
And just returns of cultivated land!

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The proffered medicine but provoked the pain.

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But the commanding Muse my chariot guides,
Which o'er the dubious cliff securely rides;
And pleas'd I am, no beaten road to take,
But first the way to new discoveries make.

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These movements of souls and these contests, however great, having been contained by the throwing of a little dust, will be quiet.

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Tityrus, you who lie under cover of the spreading beech-tree, you are practising your pastoral music on a thin stalk.

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Come, see what pleasures in our plains abound:
The woods, the fountains, and the flow'ry ground:
As you are beauteous, were you half so true,
Here could I live, and love, and die with only you.

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No safety may the vanquished find
Till hope of safety be resigned.

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May the countryside and the gliding valley streams content me. Lost to fame, let me love river and woodland.

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O impotence of man's frail mind
To fate and to the future blind,
Presumptuous and o'erweening still
When Fortune follows at its will!

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The souls that throng the flood
Are those to whom, by Fate, are other bodies owed,
In Lethe's lake they long oblivion taste,
Of future life secure, forgetful of the past.

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Just so, if one may compare small things with great, an innate love of getting drives these Attic bees each with his own function.

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Fortunate too is the man who has come to know the gods of the countryside.

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Darkling they went under the lonely night through the shadow and through the empty dwellings and unsubstantial realms of Hades.

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All praised the sentence, pleas'd the storm should fall
On one alone, whose fury threaten'd all.

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"Loose me," he cry'd, "'twas impudence to find
A sleeping god, 'tis sacrilege to bind."

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I yield to Fate, unwillingly retire,
And, loaded, up the hill convey my sire.

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An old story, but the glory of it is forever.

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