Virgil Quote

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.


Aeneid (29–19 BC) - Book X


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.

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.

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.

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.