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in front of the16
this way and that16
the middle of the14
in the midst of14
the midst of the13
was one of the13
see note on book11
in the middle of10
the men of troy10
mother of the gods9
the father of the9
was the son of9
the king of heaven9
the queen of heaven8
the mother of the8
father of the gods8
called the gods to7
this side and that7
the will of the7
the son of hyrtacus7
with his left hand7
put an end to7
of the king of7
sacrifices to the gods6
the side of the6
his way to the6
many and many a6
aeneas and his companions6
was the daughter of6
the lord of fire6
at the sight of6
of the temple of6
on the banks of6
will of the gods6
and all the gods6
to right and left6
the name of the6
on this side and6
the sons of atreus6
of the trojan war6
the walls of troy6
in a loud voice6
from side to side6
and called the gods6
the rest of the5
with point and edge5
the father of gods5
the force of the5
and with these words5
the story of the5
in the house of5
of the trojan race5
in gold and purple5
and in the midst5
far and wide the5
thrice and four times5
not far from the5
and the fields of5
of the gods and5
of gods and men5
the trojans from their5
an end to the5
the light of day5
omitted with the best5
was the god of5
at the same time5
on the coast of5
on the bank of5
the gods to hear5
out of all the5
with the best mss5
by the side of5
the sons of troy5
and more and more5
it may not be5
forefront of the fight5
into the midst of5
the stars of heaven5
and all the house5
the banks of the5
on the open plain5
as the word he5
was the father of5
himself and his people5
the gates of the5
and in a moment5
along the winding shore4
father of gods and4
advised that they should4
through the midst of4
the god of the4
the land of the4
as an offering to4
them as they go4
on the top of4
the son of othrys4
the earth and sea4
the goddess of the4
such were the words4
of two years old4
and here and there4
the likeness of his4
with fire and sword4
the sibyl of cumae4
of the lower world4
with her right hand4
gods and king of4
wondrous to be told4
so soon as the4
the thick of the4
as tells the tale4
tamer of the steed4
the turmoil of the4
there is a place4
of the gods that4
to the ships and4
if in any wise4
the fates will find4
so the fates ordain4
in the hands of4
the field of battle4
such words as this4
the cause of the4
of gods and king4
out of sight of4
scorner of the gods4
all the force of4
in the under world4
iron slumber seal his4
dido and the trojan4
lord of fire had4
the trojans and their4
such words as these4
council of the gods4
and all at once4
sheep of two years4
and far and wide4
and king of men4
the aeneid of virgil4
to put an end4
aeneas was about to4
when he saw the4
scarce had he said4
that it should be4
lead him to the4
in the forefront of4
as many as the4
the body of the4
of the hardy heart4
the gods to aid4
rest and iron slumber4
to the walls of4
of men of old4
the wife of doryclus4
are the gates of4
of the worship of4
close on everlasting night4
the council of the4
the sire of gods4
of all the gods4
king of the gods4
the towers of rome4
the camp of the4
the wrath of the4
the gods and goddesses4
the glory of the4
him and his people4
the courts of the4
the king of the4
the bay of naples4
the temple of the4
note on book vi4
the greatest of the4
the kingdom of the4
and iron slumber seal4
he spake the word4
the altar of the4
at the foot of4
they came to the4
forth from out the4
the altar and the4
the high house of4
the light of heaven4
swifter than the wind4
a bull to neptune4
smouldering on the ground3
of his sire of3
and in her flight3
of italy and the3
hand to hand and3
the ruler of the3
in forefront of the3
on the shield of3
lying along the grass3
the words of his3
to the spirit of3
aeneas in single combat3
will find a way3
of silver and gold3
and the city of3
on his way to3
of such a mighty3
by the waves and3
of men and beasts3
so soon as he3
over all the field3
of ocean and the3
arms and the man3
the image of the3
down from his chariot3
a grove before the3
to the upper world3
the house of lords3
books of the aeneid3
and the man who3
by the walls of3
on an unknown shore3
in the depth of3
on the yellow sand3
with these words he3
in the south of3
here and there the3
him as he lay3
the brave son of3
many a purple fold3
and tell the stars3
let turnus seek his3
goddess of the woods3
the princes of the3
the mighty under shield3
on the winding shore3
the sons of tyrrheus3
and all the sea3
with what device or3
the accents faltered on3
all the tale of3
the midmost of the3
the news of the3
the trojan chief rushed3
through his ribs and3
with this object she3
and on his shoulders3
and on the air3
and so at last3
on the dry beach3
you with my store3
the gates of sleep3
the land of saturn3
all glad at heart3
of the trojan princes3
and with a bound3
the dead of night3
the tamer of the3
the summit of the3
when he beheld the3
the daughter of the3
the voices of the3
the decree of heaven3
now is the time3
what shall he do3
from the town of3
have a mind to3
and over all the3
to the god of3
on every side the3
on the fourth day3
hurled a dart at3
with the death of3
grim rest and iron3
note on book iii3
in sight of the3
in the pride of3
of sky and sea3
and all the tale3
to meet aeneas in3
had he spoken thus3
the jaws of hell3
the altars of the3
go down to the3
on the death of3
to the temple of3
likeness of his own3
was a famous temple3
and the lust of3
and on his body3
shall the land of3
was the king of3
the forefront of the3
by the appearance of3
if the tale be3
loved his hapless friend3
meanwhile the king of3
by the hands of3
the tide of battle3
the fall of troy3
shall be the end3
with his own hand3
feign it vowed for3
so long as he3
on the lofty stern3
from floor to floor3
in gold and silver3
the southern part of3
lay thee in the3
shall exalt our name3
the legend was that3
the latins turn their3
till the third summer3
to join battle with3
and on what shore3
the meaning of this3
the ramparts and the3
is shown by the3
between the trojans and3
the hand of him3
through the liquid air3
the topmost of the3
set fire to the3
the seed of saturn3
they had come to3
of the gods was3
the eldest of the3
device or in what3
his length of keel3
treachery of the grecians3
message to your king3
and the shore of3
weight of gold and3
and side by side3
and chief of all3
in days of old3
this hand shall give3
his name and race3
they wend their ways3
for himself and his3
and the accents faltered3
when they saw the3
and all the host3
thundered on the left3
and soon the whole3
out your ancient mother3
of men and things3
when i am dead3
what device or in3
gnashing his teeth and3
under high troy town3
the powers of heaven3
thick of the fight3
tamer of the horse3
of the land and3
the land of romulus3
many a thing of3
such words to tell3
and all the world3
thee and thine arms3
and now they drew3
and the stars that3
in accordance with the3
turnus seek his own3
presses hotly on his3
the groans of those3
of the trojan camp3
him to the ground3
on the plains of3
the belly of the3
and ever and again3
the sight of the3
both by sea and3
by the gods for3
not far from here3
i am resolved to3
send him back to3
the day is come3
the centre of the3
the death of his3
way and that his3
his hand two broad3
in the grove of3
was king of the3
to him and his3
trust not the horse3
in the midst is3
and bodies of the3
the water of the3
no heart to bear3
of gold and ivory3
of the sons of3
but at this point3
with spear and shield3
gods to hear his3
the ships of aeneas3
the home of the3
many of the trojan3
from the latin city3
they bare their backs3
but when he saw3
in his own name3
the doors are torn3
earth and sea and3
let us follow where3
from midmost of the3
of the stars and3
was a river in3
all the best mss3
the shores of crete3
wide the door of3
in the courts of3
a sign from heaven3
on the mountain heights3
the inmost of his3
their backs in flight3
and so the fates3
the founder of the3
from off the mountain3
and all that is3
in sleep and wine3
and mingles with the3
the shock of battle3
they drew nigh the3
the dress he wore3
by her own hand3
and the cries of3
regions of the dead3
with his length of3
fell in love with3
i am he who3
of silver and of3
from the field of3
with all the best3
through the air the3
a xanthus and a3
identified with the greek3
swing out the oars3
in days gone by3
him on these shoulders3
one boon i ask3
his own right hand3
a famous temple of3
in his mind the3
that it had been3
thing i beseech thee3
their brows bound with3
in his hand two3
all the while the3
to the place where3
from the city of3
the breathing of the3
so speaks he weeping3
of his own people3
not one of all3
the son of tydeus3
as is shown by3
on the threshold of3
the tale be true3
the dreams of sleep3
me to the greeks3
end to the war3
in the very gateway3
he was about to3
the daughter of saturn3
and both his hands3
at the head of3
side by side they3
and so caused the3
these words of mine3
the threshold of the3
again and yet again3
amidmost of the foe3
the first of all3
join battle with the3
by sea and land3
the two sons of3
the beast of lerna3
seek out your ancient3
fates will find a3
through the fleet air3
but none the less3
to the gods for3
thus with roseate lips3
the son of the3
close hand to hand3
there was a famous3
the soothsayer thus began3
the weapons of the3
the old man spoke3
in the toils of3
level with the ground3
in the inner court3
i have a daughter3
and others of the3
or in what hope3
open day and night3
the decrees of heaven3
with foot and spear3
yield we to phoebus3
the battle of actium3
against the foe to3
him in the face3
one of the most3
in the midmost of3
battle hand to hand3
follow on thy way3
the burning of the3
offering to the gods3
to the palace of3
in weed of war3
the air of heaven3
the rutulians and latians3
the field of fight3
sire of gods and3
the treachery of the3
by the heavenly powers3
in the way of3
and leaves the trunk3
by the banks of3
hundred years they wander3
i rush to arms3
through all the gates3
the answer of the3
the end is come3
appeared to him in3
in a grove before3
the top of the3
she was the daughter3
up to the starry3
that part of the3
litter of thirty young3
the gods to witness3
deep in his throat3
him hand to hand3
down the tide of3
of many a man3
out from the city3
the heart of him3
the bank of the3
issue from the camp3
exalt our name to3
have fallen under the3
and all for nought3
the bank of a3
the hearts of men3
the walls of war3
such a word she3
for many a year3
hand shall give thee3
upon the yellow sand3
as he spake the3
them to the gates3
the age of gold3
and sweep through the3
was about to rush3
to the under world3
and the river of3
the judgment of paris3
from field to field3
a cry goes up3
and gladdens at the3
him with his sword3
on his shoulders the3
the saffron bed of3
for what do i3
the river and the3
the house of aeneas3
in days of yore3
thought to burst the3
the land and sea3
from right and left3
silver and of gold3
they who dwell in2
in the history of2
skirt the shores of2
each on each they2
and wet with myrrh2
folk of italy and2
to raise our blood2
the dwellings of the2
but day by day2
we follow on thy2
and many a time2
from the home of2
a bay and roadstead2
on the deep by2
the latin towers and2
through the little town2
of the gods to2
and of seed divine2
of the wandering moon2
the city is a2
ancient pile of stone2
at last thou shalt2
on the grassy plain2
the balance of my2
the face of that2
all the world is2
ominous and wonderful to2
of bridal torch and2
translations of the aeneid2
a gift to thee2
too may seek a2
for thy name is2
fired by his words2
welcomed by king latinus2
such a word he2
by the ivory gate2
an empty tomb on2
the meaning of the2
from all the town2
among the alarmed citizens2
up the tale of2
of latium and the2
sons of sons unborn2
by the cold river2
an offering to the2
in through all the2
first from off the2
and hastes to meet2
of the fall of2
spoils stripped from the2
been left as in2
if no land thy2
the time of the2
had chased the stars2
thy heart should give2
clenching in his hand2
that it is not2
and tracks his man2
sent by his father2
and fill the trenches2
cast a spear at2
the foe draw nigh2
the point and edge2
trouble for his own2
and flames of troy2
cast into the sea2
their own sun and2
aeneas arrives in latium2
the usual sacrifices to2
high house of the2
he shut himself in2
through the slender warp2
answer of the king2
that none may enter2
purpose of my mind2
to speak unto the2
red with many a2
for whose sake i2
on this side are2
accompanied by a numerous2
and follow at his2
by his mother with2
plunged into the fight2
and the body of2
hold you your way2
spirit of his sire2
and all the ships2
trouble for my sake2
the fortune of war2
the gathered image streams2
as he fell and2
when shall this end2
aeneas to the skies2
but now the queen2
let us commit to2
for he did not2
the lots are drawn2
is sent to the2
there was a tower2
built a city which2
eating our tables too2
for to me the2
break thou the phrygian2
turns the pole with2
the river of forgetfulness2
and raiment of a2
rescued from the foe2
said the word ere2
as crag amid the2
force of men nor2
had no heart to2
thus escaping from the2
and palmus as he2
ships burned by the2
leading a mighty host2
stir the song of2
woman mingled with a2
strives to pluck the2
through the darkness of2
the likeness of the2
they drew anigh the2
in a sheltered bay2
in such a tale2
laid level with the2
of his people in2
at the age of2
behalf of her son2
will i make them2
roar athwart our course2
foam and sweep the2
and the gods adore2
he who cut the2
the emperor augustus was2
round the trojan wall2
the lord of flame2
but a bay and2
the country had been2
fall before his day2
buried in drunken sleep2
of the people and2
down the sky to2
the tramp of feet2
an island off the2
of the highest rank2
aeneas in a dream2
and thrice away from2
retrace the way and2
a sign amid the2
faltered on my tongue2
god of the lower2
should be restored to2
now i see him2
with this speech allayed2
were not allowed to2
safe behind their sheltering2
i am ready to2
and the latian plain2
blocked the doorway with2
loose the sheets and2
forth from his work2
by the words of2
dawn of morning the2
ewes in manner due2
the roof of the2
eyelids close on everlasting2
and tongues of birds2
by night and day2
the mouth of the2
and fall upon the2
on the libyan sea2
and seeks the ramparts2
on latin soil to2
i the blame should2
to the ilian fleet2
the way and pass2
he in the forefront2
wrath of the gods2
woven with hooks of2
who had been slain2
from off the mound2
the shields of men2
a city wrapt in2
for me my teucrians2
coast of asia minor2
madness of hunger urges2
saffron bed of tithonus2
spread their sails abroad2
may the gods give2
this side and on2
o children of laomedon2
hung from his shoulders2
the words of the2
hands in swift change2
italian cornel flies through2
the earth is strewn2
that scorns the light2
of field and fold2
with a sharp weapon2
deeds shall bring me2
from street to street2
winds roar athwart our2
sudden appearance of the2
for his father daunus2
spear and shield in2
the forfeit of a2
and arms and men2
a pathway through the2
the pole with burning2
the hollow wood they2
have you no pity2
to the mother of2
a council of the2
the arms of dardania2
and danger a delight2
and hands and voice2
an hundred woolly ewes2
fortune as he may2
old men weep and2
between the people of2
if such glories kindle2
whither hold you your2
to the city walls2
all that was to2
an hundred years they2
and those who drank2
avenged the death of2
and the gods of2
the tears fall down2
it is good to2
accompanied by his son2
her burning eyes in2
walls of war he2
thine age is worthier2
very midmost of the2
of things to come2
was a band of2
ray sprinkled the earth2
their way to the2
but he was not2
thin air away out2
the will of heaven2
and lead him to2
body laid out for2
changed winds roar athwart2
pray we for winds2
to the latin king2
and leave their camp2
he points out the2
purpose they had come2
we too may seek2
the ancestor of the2
the house is filled2
at a great ransom2
source of all that2
midst of the rutulians2
will i give thee2
the sire of troy2
would give him the2
at the same moment2
the shouts of the2
with such a word2
and as a lion2
the gods and your2
of such a monstrous2
to the other side2
the word he spake2
offered sacrifices to the2
the quarrel between the2
fire to the ships2
i build is yours2
the shades of night2
embers of the fire2
no more do the2
knot and holdfast of2
to the trojan exiles2
is the loss of2
in a brazen urn2
and turnus and his2
to found a city2
shall ye lack from2
and with his hands2
the liquid air to2
thrice an hundred years2
the gods give thee2
whom the nymph dryope2
yet her soul had2
it was held fast2
such a host of2
powers of heaven are2
in his breast the2
the foremost in the2
when turnus saw the2
their hearts stood still2
the clouds of heaven2
then the lord omnipotent2
him face to face2
the shape of a2
front of the doorway2
such words he pleaded2
genetrix nato te filia2
we are not come2
of heart and soul2
aeneas and his guide2
deeply grieved at the2
omitted with all the2
the rich daughter of2
the wind he flies2
open now the gates2
the doom of troy2
also the god of2
from the deep and2
the anchors from the2
gates are flung open2
on the green grass2
when she saw the2
shall come when turnus2
o gods and goddesses2
spear with all his2
all the weapons of2
horses with the rein2
when now they shall2
to tell the whole2
from the lofty stern2
forehead in the clouds2
is away and ignorant2
the pleasant tiber stream2
obedient to the rite2
and many a year2
whole city was in2
with such a prize2
with the might of2
gods keeps me in2
the aeneian house shall2
despiser of the gods2
decrees of the gods2
the trojans from the2
and pass into the2
the gauls were there2
nor is there any2
doomed to feed the2
the cause of war2
on the sandy plain2
and stayed his steps2
earth and sky and2
aeneas and his companion2
thrust forth by fate2
accents faltered on my2
him fall before his2
bitterness there is in2
the advice of helenus2
from out her breast2
to return to the2
so shalt thou see2
a great breach was2
helpless hands in vain2
in the city of2
and armed for vengeance2
the world of cloud2
in days that are2
nor in the camp2
wonderful feats of valor2
thus began to speak2
wrought and unwrought gold2
the trojans were now2
in times of peace2
with burning stars bestrown2
so much the more2
in a dream the2
the cave of the2
the flames of the2
in a cloud of2
and all the while2
let me loose from2
whence through nine mouths2
pile the altars with2
from every side the2
so the fates decreed2
sky on poised wings2
to the trojan camp2
time shall come when2
the giants who had2
farrowed thirty head of2
and whence they come2
the hollows of the2
whose waters i run2
but the boy ascanius2
knew the god and2
is it given to2
the ilian women with2
quarter of the sky2
that the accursed one2
that there should be2
pluck the cable from2
and in their hearts2
and with the words2
to tie the purple2
dis stand open day2
he marvels at the2
from midst the foe2
through the dusk as2
on a hundred columns2
knees pressed against the2
the sweep of oars2
of green bay he2
built the city of2
in the shock of2
shields and helmets and2
to paphos and her2
sighing often the while2
comeliest of the train2
again she smote her2
face pale in wonderful2
in his horse and2
of himself and his2
a swarm of bees2
iris down the sky2
to the inhabitants of2
and the tribes of2
his eyes away from2
smote with her golden2
and so great was2
the realm of priam2
as the word she2
deep in his bosom2
the ranks of troy2
now the gates of2
and the sound of2
iris sent adown the2
of phoebus and trivia2
here fled the greeks2
that the trojans should2
surf and sand mix2
were here to see2
to set fire to2
head from side to2
turnus and his bride2
have found their way2
the cradle of our2
edge of sword to2
in the form of2
nor less on land2
by night and cloud2
body with a wound2
and caught in hand2
raiment from his shoulders2
love made them one2
her holy things and2
where the rich daughter2
are grounded on the2
filled his decks with2
but good aeneas seeks2
shut were they for2
unless they yield them2
balance of my soul2
on the sword and2
makes arms for aeneas2
there should be no2
dusky shower drew up2
brave bodies of men2
the temple of janus2
and the man i2
battle in the blinding2
and fixed it in2
the teucrians into the2
in sight of italy2
caused the trojan war2
and shut them in2
in a wide circle2
charon is the ferryman2
man of italy is2
and sergestus and brave2
name to the stars2
the arms of pyrrhus2
trust not your feet2
on his shoulder the2
even as when the2
around the neck they2
carry these my words2
in on either hand2
meet aeneas in single2
and a noble name2
threshold of the place2
caught in hand his2
and dashed him headlong2
tame to her hand2
he himself had reared2
and built the city2
beauty and glittering in2
to meet him with2
wind rising astern follows2
the words he spoke2
rises from the sea2
between italy and sicily2
high leaps his heart2
the custom of the2
of aeneas and the2
the empire of the2
forth in his hands2
with the blood of2
was directly inspired by2
is this the triumph2
the burial of the2
of the brave youth2
gave the order for2
none the less he2
the holy ribboned chaplet2
for peace to the2
the perils of the2
situation of his people2
learn of all thy2
of the roman race2
boys and unwedded girls2
aeneian house shall reign2
shall i send thee2
beasts are wont in2
delight to drive in2
they who in their2
for what else may2
with the words he2
the foam and sweep2
turn and turn about2
the duke of dardan2
where shall i seek2
to the courts of2
wing thy flight to2
the foot of the2
from his throne of2
of the augustan age2
had it not been2
argives in the sea2
east and west he2
the coast of africa2
himself were here to2
grove before the town2
in aught that may2
about the meadows wide2
in honour of the2
and thus in scorn2
loud roaring of the2
such a crime to2
slumber seal his eyes2
in goodness as in2
to the rutulian king2
crag amid the sea2
ilian women with hair2
from his steed he2
the weapon on its2
to the gods of2
iris down from heaven2
aeneas and turnus fight2
the ruin of all2
many chiefs of the2
the shield of aeneas2
when they see him2
thus much he spoke2
as she clapped her2
the surface of his2
and whispers in his2
sergestus drives his prow2
such names did achemenides2
walls to the weary2
in the regions of2
anchors from the bows2
in many a purple2
was a son of2
offerings year by year2
the balance of ms2
on the gods and2
red with the blood2
before the eyes of2
and meets them on2
and the tide of2
sent iris down from2
sceptre in his hand2
at last he spake2
water from the spring2
the head of remulus2
these scorn to lose2
the hosts of the2
to be stung to2
great breach was made2
overthrow the walls of2
and in the middle2
wild beasts in the2
the image set in2
all the town in2
wintry lycia and the2
torches had been applied2
into the harbour mouth2
made a gallant fight2
the seeds of flame2
the son of aeneas2
in the grasp of2
earth is strewn with2
bank of grassy green2
from the heart of2
is the generation of2
and swell the force2
the chamber of his2
in silver and rough2
godhead of the place2
last words of all2
of his own country2
as a wild beast2
plunges into the river2
so such word doth2
to the chamber of2
whose delight is in2
in his hand the2
lavinia for his bride2
the spirit of the2
comes the stress of2
the black squall had2
was then in possession2
fellows to thy camp2
it vowed for their2
one of the names2
no man of italy2
and the rest of2
load them with the2
and the great glory2
one of the giants2
a sea of blood2
where hurriest thou again2
his lids close on2
a rock in ocean2
the rough seas i2
house is filled with2
the sterns are grounded2
groves that none may2
a fierce battle began2
bane of libyan land2
of anchises of troy2
hold fast the steel2
the business of her2
and sceptre of my2
the ears of the2
for so great a2
planter of the vine2
what height of madness2
i will tell of2
of blood and brains2
where there was a2
maiden daughter of priam2
the feast and the2
or whither dost thou2
the covering of the2
to the memory of2
i know i am2
and call it pergamea2
the straits of messina2
the sudden appearance of2
attacks the trojan camp2
them as they went2
but in the midst2
with her own hands2
master of the fire2
acestes is our host2
limbs in quiet rest2
and withdraw not from2
amidst the dead of2
whizzing through the air2
mingled with a god2
what of the boy2
flaming torches had been2
as for thy ship2
the song of the2
and casts not a2
she essays to speak2
a cloud ablaze with2
and spoke the last2
in terror from the2
arms for a hero2
their lances to the2
worn out at last2
and pile the altars2
to win the foremost2
from all quarters they2
bull sent by neptune2
the rest of their2
but what shall be2
in that part of2
to die the death2
the name of palamedes2
their prows to land2
for the veteran trojan2
and as he spake2
more the land in2
with images and lies2
meanwhile aurora risen up2
of the ancient greeks2
was an ancient latin2
reached the ears of2
her way along the2
ready for the play2
ships and revisits his2
lances to the charge2
rest weighed down his2
her left hand oars2
priestess calls the teucrians2
with their streaming hair2
to our own time2
and sets forth a2
in the face who2
the grave of anchises2
and mingles in the2
so oft and oft2
the whole city was2
into the light of2
were they for evermore2
a pleasant tale to2
no camp of argive2
in their flight from2
in her breast the2
a chariot drawn by2
him with speeches fair2
and holdfast of the2
spelling has been left2
into the open plain2
and glittering in arms2
and the twin oxen2
who lofty argos shall2
the gleanings of the2
by the rough seas2
i sing of arms2
the might of god2
into the salt flood2
foot things shake down2
to drive in fresh2
the hand of venus2
hence shalt thou see2
the fulness of the2
make them ready for2
it is i who2
with heart of fire2
the son of achilles2
care not for renown2
the realm of libya2
and high in heaven2
on the mountains grey2
river of the lower2
when the queen from2
to the top of2
and his companions then2
from beneath my head2
and the name of2
one of the chief2
my hair stood up2
of the grecians and2
the tyrrhene captains and2
the citadel of troy2
all the powers that2
and not my pallas2
the trojan chief that2
down to our own2
ever and again the2
iron slumber fell on2
and caught the fire2
of virgil translated into2
me in the sea2
with a mighty shout2
venus and the fates2
thou shalt behold the2
the memory of their2
meanwhile aeneas lands his2
the weal of troy2
the daughter of king2
at the dawn of2
companion of his exile2
the queen of gods2
up toward the stars2
many a winding fold2
eyes fixed on the2
taken from the iliad2
glad in the gods2
his hand and voice2
dreams through the gate2
is the time to2
turnus of the hardy2
fingers of a maid2
speech allayed my distresses2
shalt thou learn of2
this to your king2
they turn them in2
on the ground they2
the claudian tribe and2
son of venus and2
all the house of2
the abode of the2
decreed by the gods2
the palace of king2
of the mother of2
to overthrow the walls2
and cheers on his2
groin upon the left2
and draw nigh thy2
to make war against2
to this your land2
that it was not2
brought to an end2
his answer to the2
they rushed to the2
in any wise the2
the horses of the2
as when a golden2
with hands tied behind2
nor far from thence2
brood about her teats2
bare their backs in2
calling aloud on hecate2
stars of heaven his2
a dusky shower drew2
why do you hesitate2
stretched him dying there2
on the ground before2
purple light of youth2
turnus is not free2
deep tract of hell2
on the fourth dawn2
trophies of the slain2
so spake the son2
calling on the gods2
call the gods and2
filled on the trinacrian2
the town they fare2
blind with lust of2
banks of the river2
bid them as fellows2
to him in the2
nor in my madness2
in the covering of2
of his father anchises2
kingdom of the dead2
his forehead in the2
gasps out his life2
the swords of the2
presses to his prey2
and all the scyrian2
fast on the ground2
was a mountain in2
look him in the2
arrows and the bow2
as they go to2
drooping eyelids close on2
for twice six days2
he checks his voice2
and load them with2
from the loins he2
to the court of2
and where you lead2
virgil translated into english2
the chariot of the2
boding signs from heaven2
the strength of his2
the games of the2
fire and the sword2
of the sea the2
i see them scattered2
the borders of italy2
called the god to2
shot the warp with2
with good cheer to2
of priam and the2
battle side by side2
to the starry heaven2
amidst of all the2
the lords of alba2
the wave of the2
gates of gloomy dis2
and the trojan chief2
and went his ways2
is a mound and2
a mother for her2
the people of latium2
to birds of prey2
the glittering falchion from2
the heights in arms2
under the protection of2
and many a thing2
and all the mountain2
in the year b2
voices of the birds2
and many a folk2
when he saw himself2
decidedly in favour of2
now call it nought2
the nations of italy2
in peace or war2
my hair rose up2
of the morning star2
scarcely had he said2
leave the loathed light2
the order of the2
those who drank of2
face and smitten bosom2
and most like to2
folk first tilled the2
greatest of the poets2
as when a lion2
and sire of gods2
orient ray sprinkled the2
decree of the fates2
to the gates of2
the land in sight2
with shouts of triumph2
the shores of italy2
and filled his decks2
him on his way2
in terror and despair2
stand open day and2
the head of his2
and sweep the blue2
the empty house she2
the god of love2
in the war with2
deserts of the deer2
the thunder of his2
answer to the sound2
one of the latians2
as when a bull2
i will be there2
o best of greeks2
in iron by his2
garland of green bay2
betake ye to your2
out the hollow wood2
laugh to see him2
so great was the2
matched in strength and2
in the hour of2
and learn your hopes2
and greece were mourning2
through the weapons of2
this shall be thine2
blood of troy and2
was the image set2
from the shore and2
scattered on the plains2
the onset of the2
the last words of2
the deeds of fate2
but at this moment2
and each on each2
the ships and revisits2
duke of dardan men2
was to be founded2
thee from the fire2
to go to the2
slumber seal his sight2
may come to pass2
another quarter of the2
and there the ancient2
and lit on the2
from the trojan war2
the aeneadae and the2
of his mouth thus2
it not better to2
from whom is the2
which vulcan had made2
all parts of the2
and many a danaan2
the kingdom of pluto2
and helmets and brave2
on account of the2
the god of wine2
the lists of fight2
him back to battle2
and water from the2
dwelt in a cave2
my husband of his2
his hapless friend too2
to heaven he lifts2
as soon as they2
me first of all2
put on his armor2
to the story of2
sight a toppling wave2
in words of woe2
holy things and household2
shalt thou see the2
and the boy ascanius2
for such a deed2
one of the gods2
a wind rising astern2
in the camp was2
the bark of pine2
totters to her fall2
the fate of the2
grant this strong hand2
captain drives his army2
them on the strand2
or where am i2
and now they bare2
thou shouldst have called2
shall bring me praise2
from his neck the2
on the other side2
give me to the2
before the faces of2
the alarm quickly reaching2
and send him back2
with lead and iron2
at this point the2
alone of all the2
in fury and despair2
all the world beneath2
such warnings of the2
billows to the shore2
with all his strength2
of his grace to2
down go the etruscans2
withdraw not from our2
thou art his wife2
the face with a2
a woman leads the2
and mingle in the2
for i am polydorus2
who had fought for2
most valiant in arms2
brought the sun again2
water of the well2
to the gods to2
the priest of the2
and on the hill2
said to have settled2
all the earth and2
of beasts and the2
and turn their horses2
fighting for their country2
longer in the dark2
and swifter than his2
as when two cloud2
take the city by2
if thy heart should2
any more the land2
three steers to eryx2
the image came of2
and there at last2
was the time when2
rutulians and latians were2
heart in such wise2
the gods keeps me2
may be yet to2
deep in his heart2
the sons of the2
of the grecian race2
night and day the2
i give to thee2
and through the hollow2
is thy trust in2
bring through the air2
all the evils that2
the cable from the2
deep in the under2
the waters of the2
and they who were2
on all hands in2
bones of many a2
to go down to2
in the front rank2
the darkness of the2
is it peace or2
and a voice is2
of the wind or2
upon their way they2
the son of venus2
of the boy ascanius2
scarce had i said2
to the gods in2
through the midmost foes2
silver or parian stone2
the trunk of a2
to go into the2
side and on that2
of greeks in days2
by his side and2
and herds and men2
out to them to2
there were a great2
left foot on the2
ilian raiment and the2
all the host of2
with all their might2
on an alien tree2
in the iberian flood2
of the name of2
the tresses of his2
bent his way towards2
in the porch of2
if fame be true2
never known to fail2
and laugh to see2
in spite of the2
with orient ray sprinkled2
his face wet with2
and wrestle on the2
the folk of italy2
the face of heaven2
wrought in silver and2
and the likeness of2
each man by his2
grove before the city2
that it fixed itself2
first against the foe2
oenotrian folk first tilled2
of all his folk2
told her of the2
king of heaven the2
which he had heard2
with store of gold2
nameless corpse is he2
by the hope of2
to make trial of2
and gives his fleet2
leaving the saffron bed2
the air the answer2
as the likeness of2
from its deep foundations2
first of all with2
general in the first2
the son of imbrasus2
with gold and purple2
prostrate on the floor2
paphos and her home2
the annals of our2
news was true that2
but first before all2
on his valorous breast2
a great sow shall2
i send him back2
short of its mark2
the death of the2
that all the earth2
hath driven you to2
authority is decidedly in2
and through the midst2
and mounts a hillock2
such word doth say2
with mars to aid2
our folk saw cacus2
let others hold the2
nor thy voice of2
heroes of the trojan2
i learn to succour2
water of the river2
threats of ocean and2
splendid in gold and2
eager haste the twain2
turn their prows to2
belly of the beast2
of conington and nettleship2
gods of ancient days2
and with a mighty2
breaks up the hollow2
a folk of italy2
arrow from the string2
the fleet of aeneas2
if way there be2
or bending of the2
by a numerous train2
are the first to2
and ye may tell2
robbed me of my2
was the most ancient2
is decidedly in favour2
in the same cavern2
as he strove to2
lest i the blame2
then the seed of2
hands the gathered image2
all the house undo2
the youth of troy2
his spear at the2
had come to italy2
by wind and rain2
shuts us in with2
them turn the prow2
all habitants of heaven2
from him who led2
couched on the green2
even as she spoke2
the sight of his2
the quiver and the2
with edge of sword2
sapling from the soil2
accordance with the will2
as once of old2
when he may in2
was the wife of2
is more probable that2
and stretches on the2
he chooseth from the2
he takes the tale2
libation on the board2
to issue from the2
his javelin at the2
clasp hand in hand2
triple chain of gold2
from out the ground2
three of the watery2
in the empty house2
in this stanza are2
gloomy dis stand open2
the son of anchises2
in a flutter of2
of the pitchy black2
of the golden bough2
weight of silver and2
suppliant at thy door2
them with the sword2
and this too is2
stuck fast in the2
the anchor is cast2
there comes the stress2
and the bridal bed2
catching at the rein2
to close hand to2
battle on the shore2
to follow him in2
the city of latinus2
may seek a foreign2
whispering to the deep2
with his awful nod2
see a xanthus and2
it pierced the shield2
them as fellows to2
and houses of the2
as the breathing of2
the guards of the2
two sons of atreus2
to the shore with2
the world shall shine2
of the gods were2
an alliance with the2
cause of all the2
than behold such stain2
and with this speech2
pour out the bowls2
as his eyes survey2
by word of mouth2
adown the space of2
be given for many2
by the rolling sea2
weapons of the enemy2
of the shield of2
very king and lord2
i will not bid2
and driven by madness2
are we eating our2
from the conquering greeks2
the river of lethe2
was hector and aeneas2
the seed of anchises2
teach me the way2
of italy and troy2
and that he would2
float up to land2
i poise and hurl2
was a sign that2
of my father dear2
into the middle of2
even as an arrow2
and cut down the2
whence the race of2
answer to the latin2
made an end of2
and the sanctity of2
of our own nation2
the gods and worship2
shroud thee in the2
their sails to sea2
at the sight he2
i saw the god2
a list of the2
the cloud of war2
is the name of2
through the gate of2
acestes first of all2
setting stars counsel to2
what flight is this2
in marriage to any2
of all the latin2
all the threats of2
at the battle of2
wrought by the destinies2
cornel flies through the2
pierced in twelve places2
without more words he2
his mouth thus answers2
amidmost of the strain2
to your king to2
what shall be the2
be stung to shame2
in his hand and2
the loud roaring of2
and blare of trumpets2
twice seven are chosen2
roaring of the sea2
gates of the temple2
no steeds of diomede2
and the sense of2
to his home the2
heart should give the2
high up in heaven2
to meet him in2
that she alone must2
whom none other is2
destined by the gods2
honey and drugged grain2
when they at last2
not to him but2
all the sea is2
upon their way with2
of the bay of2
his hand of might2
with lust of gold2
the mountain in the2
most like to fluttering2
the circle of the2
from his mouth a2
of the hosts of2
in first of fight2
that was to be2
some of his own2
and on the earth2
a thousand men he2
of the gates essay2
the breast of the2
and on the left2
aeneid of virgil translated2
here referred to is2
he smites his breast2
then and let us2
a thousand changing dyes2
hard pressed by the2
headlong to the ground2
this message to your2
in many a glittering2
the foaming boar with2
a slender breath of2
through the dusk of2
through war and battle2
soon as the morrow2
and hand to hand2
he looked to see2
things shake down the2
so dear a burden2
the priestess calls the2
the shield of sulmo2
rock of flint with2
road amid the foe2
the setting stars are2
or close thine eyes2
shower drew up overhead2
the good will of2
tells the story of2
a crimson blush her2
in the thick of2
high on a hill2
revolving in his mind2
and in the center2
and all the latins2
amid the dreams of2
flushed with success and2
the waves and the2
ranges them on the2
the decrees of the2
a most pitiful slaughter2
gladdens at the guile2
are you not ashamed2
a numerous train of2
land no more was2
and wonderful to tell2
so caused the trojan2
from a rising ground2
a priest of apollo2
a sea of ships2
and with a groan2
sown on an alien2
the safety of the2
through the clouds of2
from his inmost breast2
and rolls along the2
to the gods and2
the last of the2
as he ran to2
capys and the rest2
the greeks to be2
as when the sea2
purple dye and gold2
with grief and rage2
the place was called2
make a broad path2
his hands in prayer2
from blood of godhead2
had reached the threshold2
meanwhile let us commit2
on his trusty sword2
blood that oozes from2
gods of the sea2
and glorying in his2
speed you with my2
at the thought of2
and thus at length2
i pray thee let2
into his faithful ear2
with a litter of2
in his throat the2
the shout of men2
hawser from the shore2
down from the lofty2
the clasp of gold2
what purpose they had2
them within his house2
source and spring of2
never to be stung2
the face of death2
the gates and fill2
the prince of latin2
and built a city2
up to the stars2
and spake such words2
the great love of2
of the princes of2
the wave shuddered and2
fills up the tale2
with his blood the2
such a world of2
rank herbs are sought2
be a joy to2
she hears and sees2
arm of the war2
to the realm of2
as when a snake2
helenus son of priam2
the loins he came2
they have found their2
mother for her son2
was changed into a2
the battle in array2
him with loud shouts2
promised day was come2
as they go all2
in no wise am2
these folks as one2
the worship of venus2
and so such word2
pass into the light2
it thundered on the2
bending of the bow2
pour in through all2
the eyes of men2
or lay up stores2
no dart his life2
to defend italy and2
sight of the camp2
so let her come2
and as many pages2
his son and the2
the genius of the2
achates at his side2
his father caught it2
the body of pallas2
the midst of his2
the name of troy2
cloud drew up to2
all the house with2
rough seas i swear2
by the king of2
take part in the2
to meet the foe2
this monster was the2
the spear where it2
they dight the feast2
temple of the gods2
many bodies of the2
the foot of mount2
share thy city and2
warder of the gate2
brought forth to light2
the ashes of my2
to the town they2
when they reached the2
and right and left2
horses of the sun2
and thine own wanderings2
a javelin at the2
is said to be2
earth of such a2
and curse the land2
the son before the2
they had reached the2
the bosom of the2
on side by side2
palmus as he fled2
the love of mars2
as soon as the2
in the spoils of2
his steps towards the2
houses of the town2
full in the gateway2
we eating our tables2
scarce had he spoken2
the meadows all about2
they strip the altars2
this is the tiber2
presented to him a2
from his purpose stayed2
is that a younger2
burial of the dead2
had given him for2
his sword like lightning2
each against each they2
when a golden eagle2
the goddess who bore2
and again seek the2
the temple of apollo2
in the wood of2
the hush of night2
of heaven and hell2
slender breath of fame2
and fills the town2
the sibyl told aeneas2
and the sons of2
or iris sent adown2
for thee i feared2
the deep flood and2
the main body of2
a hare or snowy2
but when she saw2
and stays his feet2
no trouble for his2
glorying in his fancied2
breathing of the wind2
and now that paris2
the gods and jove2
under the command of2
they lead him to2
mighty in arms and2
until they reached the2
from whence the race2
all the land chaonia2
hatred of the trojans2
in a strange manner2
performed wonderful feats of2
pity a falling house2
of italy and all2
thirty head of young2
with these words she2
thy trust in me2
banks of the pitchy2
we bade him say2
toss up the foam2
his people in the2
by the might of2
the dusk of night2
fleet was on mid2
the depth of air2
thou and thy boy2
gods of my fathers2
so to the chamber2
in fighting for their2
i believe it well2
dragged not to death2
set for a landmark2
the things to come2
man by his name2
us on the way2
his groin upon the2
heir to the kingdom2
night that never dies2
a nameless corpse is2
of the men and2
in shelter of the2
with this cry pursued2
on the table poured2
this cry pursued her2
the bridal chamber of2
sunk in sleep and2
with her litter of2
midmost of the foe2
glowing in the stygian2
vulcan makes arms for2
the yellow sand the2
turns it on all2
in swift change of2
soever holds thy source2
city was to be2
cried out to them2
through the thickest of2
strange light flashed on2
and whither go ye2
up from out the2
with might and main2
the attack on the2
fortune of the day2
the gates of war2
the ships they bear2
cries of men and2
the middle of their2
and darting in a2
and foremost of all2
and rule the world2
this may task a2
the shoulders of the2
fixed it in the2
their shields behind them2
very hands had wrought2
it on all hands2
the first source of2
the arms of kings2
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