Virgil Quotes

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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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His cares are eased with intervals of bliss;
His little children, climbing for a kiss,
Welcome their father's late return at night;
His faithful bed is crown'd with chaste delight.

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All, with united force, combine to drive The lazy drones from the laborious hive.

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O farmers, pray that your summers be wet and your winters clear.

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Arms! arms! my friends, with speed my arms supply,
'Tis our last hour, and summons us to die;
My arms!—in vain you hold me,—let me go—
Give, give me back this moment to the foe.
'Tis well—we will not tamely perish all,
But die revenged, and triumph in our fall.

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Two gates the silent house of Sleep adorn;
Of polish'd iv'ry this, that of transparent horn:
True visions thro' transparent horn arise;
Thro' polish'd iv'ry pass deluding lies.

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Dismiss these anxieties from your mind.

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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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Your honor, name, and praise shall never die.

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Such rage of honey in their bosom beats,
And such a zeal they have for flow'ry sweets.

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Nerved by strong courage to defy
The worst, and gain his end or die.

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There are two gates of Sleep. One is of horn, easy of passage for the shades of truth; the other, of gleaming white ivory, permits false dreams to ascend to the upper air.

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Had I a hundred mouths, a hundred tongues,
And throats of brass, inspired with iron lungs,
I could not half those horrid crimes repeat,
Nor half the punishments those crimes have met.

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Yet still despond not, but proceed
Along the path where Fate may lead.

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Hereupon he stopped and snatched up in his hand a bow and swift arrows, the weapons that trusty Achates carried.

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The rest among the Britons he confined;
A race of men from all the world disjoint.

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

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The proffered medicine but provoked the pain.

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

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

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And no less happy he who knows the rural gods.

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

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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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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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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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If I cannot bend Heaven, I shall move Hell.

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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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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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