Virgil - Aeneid

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These words he spoke, but spoke not from his heart;
His outward smiles conceal'd his inward smart.

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Learn righteousness, and dread th' avenging deities.

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Fearing all things, even those which are safe.

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Despair, and rage, and love divide her heart;
Despair and rage had some, but love the greater part.

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In vain she strives with dying hands
To wrench away the blade:
Fixed in her ribs the weapon stands,
Closed by the wound it made.
Bloodless and faint, she gasps for breath;
Her heavy eyes sink down in death;
Her cheek's bright colors fade.

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Blessings on your young courage, boy; that's the way to the stars.

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Full in the midst of this infernal road,
An Elm displays her dusky arms abroad;
The God of Sleep there hides his heavy head
And empty dreams on every leaf are spread.

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Neither the hour requires such help, nor those defenders.

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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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Like rock engirdled by the sea,
Like rock immovable is he.

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Ah fatal confidence, too prone
To trust in sea and sky!
A naked corpse on shores unknown
Shall Palinurus lie!

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We Trojans are no more; Ilium, and the great glory of the Trojans, hath fallen.

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Not even into her sister's ear
She dared to breathe that tale of fear.

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Good speed to your youthful valor, boy! So shall you scale the stars!

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A monstrous bulk, deformed, deprived of sight.

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And now the trumpets terribly, from far,
With rattling clangor, rouse the sleepy war.
The soldiers' shouts succeed the brazen sounds;
And heaven, from pole to pole, the noise rebounds.

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An hour will come, with pleasure to relate
Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.

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Is it then so very wretched a thing to die?

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Deep in her breast lives the silent wound.

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To what do you not drive human hearts, cursed craving for gold!

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Thus having said, she turn'd, and made appear
Her neck refulgent, and disheveled hair,
Which, flowing from her shoulders, reached the ground,
And widely spread ambrosial scents around.
In length of train descends her sweeping gown;
And by her graceful walk the Queen of Love is known.

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While memory lasts and pulses beat,
The thought of Dido shall be sweet.

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The fields of Neptune take a purple dye.

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'Tis here, in diff'rent paths, the way divides.

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All these, when centuries ten times told
The wheel of destiny have rolled.
The voice divine from far and wide
Calls up to Lethe's river-side.
That earthward they may pass once more
Remembering not the things before.
And with a blind propension yearn
To fleshly bodies to return.

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