Virgil Quotes

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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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Lo, great Marcellus! see him tower,
With kingly spoils in conquering power,
The warrior host above!

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Love conquers all things; let us too surrender to Love.

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His limbs were cold in death; his spirit fled with a groan, indignant, to the shades below.

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Love conquers all; let us, too, yield to love.

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Death twitches my ear. "Live," he says; "I am coming."

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The spirit within nourishes, and mind instilled throughout the living parts activates the whole mass and mingles with the vast frame.

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Believe one who has proved it. Believe an expert.

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

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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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Now dam the ditches, and the floods restrain:
Their moisture has already drench'd the plain.

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We Trojans are at an end, Ilium has ended and the vast glory of the Trojans.

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How altered from the man we knew,
Our Hector, who from day's long toil
Comes radiant in Achilles' spoil.

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Be this your nobler praise in times to come,
These your imperial arts, ye sons of Rome!
O'er distant realms to stretch your awful sway,
To bid those nations tremble and obey;
To crush the proud, the suppliant foe to rear,
To give mankind a peace, or shake the world with war.

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Round the wide world in banishment we roam,
Forced from our pleasing fields and native home.

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That happy place, the green groves of the dwelling of the blest.

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Who knows what changeful fortune may produce?

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Now, prostrate by an unmeant wound,
In death he welters on the ground,
And gazing on Italian skies
Of his loved Argos dreams, and dies.

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Frogs in the marsh mud drone their old lament.

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Sweet Parthenope nourished me, flourishing in studies of ignoble ease.

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My next desire is, void of care and strife,
To lead a soft, secure, inglorious life:
A country cottage near a crystal flood,
A winding valley, and a lofty wood.

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Sighs, groans, and tears, proclaim his inward pains,
But the firm purpose of his heart remains.

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Let me be suffered to extend
Compassion to a hapless friend.

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For God the whole created mass inspires:
Through heaven and earth and ocean's depth he throws
His influence round, and kindles as he goes.

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The trees are cloth'd with leaves, the fields with grass;
The blossoms blow; the birds on bushes sing;
And Nature has accomplish'd all the spring.

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Wars, horrid wars, I view—a field of blood,
And Tiber rolling with a purple flood.

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Time, toil, and circumstance full oft
A humbled cause have raised aloft,
And Fortune whom she mocked before
Has placed on solid ground once more.

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Dire agonies, wild terrors swarm,
And Death glares grim in many a form.

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