Virgil Quotes

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Fury and wrath within me rave,
And tempt me to a warrior's grave.

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Ye realms, yet unreveal'd to human sight,
Ye gods who rule the regions of the night,
Ye gliding ghosts, permit me to relate
The mystic wonders of your silent state!

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More various colours thro' his body run,
Than Iris when her bow imbibes the sun.

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If men and mortal arms ye slight,
Know there are gods who watch o'er right.

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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 loftier task the bard essays:
The horizon broadens on his gaze.

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A sad thing is a wolf in the fold, rain on ripe corn, wind in the trees, the anger of Amaryllis.

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But the race remains immortal, the fortune of the house stands firm for many years, and the grandfathers' grandfathers are numbered in the roll.
Of a community of bees

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Then thus the bride: What fury seized on thee,
Unhappy man! to lose thyself and me?
Dragged back again by cruel destinies,
An iron slumber shuts my swimming eyes.
And now farewell! Involved in shades of night,
For ever I am ravish'd from thy sight.
In vain I reach my feeble hands to join
In sweet embraces—ah! no longer thine!

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If I cannot bend Heaven, I shall move Hell.

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Turnus, what never god would dare
To promise to his suppliant's prayer,
Lo here, the lapse of time has brought
E'en to your hands, unasked, unsought.

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In youth alone, unhappy mortals live; But, ah! the mighty bliss is fugitive: Discolored sickness, anxious labor, come, And age, and death's inexorable doom.

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Each in pathetic suppliance stands,
So may he first be ferried o'er,
And stretches out his helpless hands
In yearning for the further shore.

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Calling the great gods cruel, and cruel the stars of the sky.

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And no less happy he who knows the rural gods.

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So travelers in a forest move
With but the uncertain moon above,
Beneath her niggard light.

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As long as rivers shall run down to the sea, or shadows touch the mountain slopes, or stars graze in the vault of heaven, so long shall your honor, your name, your praises endure.

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

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The proffered medicine but provoked the pain.

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Unspeakable, O Queen, is the sorrow you bid me renew.

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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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Such hopes I had indeed, while Heaven was kind.

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How greatly changed from that Hector who came back arrayed in the armour of Achilles!

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Curst Love! what lengths of tyrant scorn
Wreak'st not on those of woman born?

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Think you these tears, this pompous train of woe,
Are known or valued by the ghosts below?

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To sing thy praise, would heaven my breath prolong,
Infusing spirits worthy such a song.

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Thrice round her neck my eager arms I threw;
Thrice from my empty arms the phantom flew,
Swift as the wind, with momentary flight,
Swift as a fleeting vision of the night.

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Deep in her breast lives the silent wound.

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By length of time
The scurf is worn away of each committed crime;
No speck is left of their habitual stains,
But the pure ether of the soul remains.

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Here I am! Here I am! I am the one who did it! Aim your weapons at me!

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