The Aeneid

by Virgil

bearing their conquered household gods

Interesting- ref to greek religion taken by Romans?

At once Aeneas, limbs limp in the chill of fear,

First we see of him.. He is human and unable to act

poured out my life on the battlegrounds of Troy!

He wishes for this- roman ideal, going out in glory

Away with you, quick! And give your king this message: Power over the sea and ruthless trident is mine, not his—it’s mine by lot, by destiny.

Talking about Jove

fling their brine-wracked bodies on the sand.

Ya

bounty of Ceres,

Demeter

There Fate holds out a homeland, calm, at peace. There the gods decree the kingdom of Troy will rise again.

The literal gods decreed them a new empire- glamor

my Aeneas

He is Venus' son

Then one, Romulus, 330 reveling in the tawny pelt of a wolf that nursed him, will inherit the line and build the walls of Mars and after his own name, call his people Romans.

Are they related to Aeneas????

these Romans, lords of the earth, the race arrayed in togas.

Very civilized and speaking very highly of humans for a god- rome is best

he with Aeneas will be invoked in prayer.

Caesar and Aeneas equal- both hold strong values of Rome

Mercury, rowing his wings like oars

I LOVE YOU MERCURY

we seized from enemy hands. My fame goes past the skies.

He was in good standing

He knew her at once—his mother— and called after her now as she sped away: “Why, you too, cruel as the rest? So often you ridicule your son with your disguises! Why can’t we clasp hands, embrace each other, exchange some words, speak out, and tell the truth?”

Critiquing the gods- but also he holds family values, friends and diplomatic

Aeneas gives a groan, heaving up from his depths, he sees the plundered armor, the car, the corpse of his great friend, and Priam reaching out with helpless hands…

the man was like a god.

your honor, your name, your praise will live forever, whatever lands may call me to their shores.”

Dido, lost in joy, cradles you in her lap, caressing, kissing you gently, you can breathe 820 your secret fire into her, poison the queen and she will never know.”

“Wait, come, my guest,” she urges, “tell us your own story, start to finish—the ambush laid by the Greeks, the pain your people suffered, the wanderings you have faced.

Glamor of tragedy

his treachery seized the men whom neither Tydeus’ son nor Achilles could defeat,

Gotta respect the man- but also lying is a big no no

‘Haul Minerva’s effigy up to her house,’ we shout, ‘Offer up our prayers to the power of the goddess!’

So Trojan's horse wasn't accepted as a gift to the Trojans but as an offering to Athena

I dreamed I saw Prince Hector before my eyes, my comrade haggard with sorrow, streaming tears, just as he once was, when dragged behind the chariot, black with blood and grime, thongs piercing his swollen feet— what a harrowing sight!

Friendship linked to battle

rush with comrades up to the city’s heights, fury and rage driving me breakneck on as it races through my mind what a noble thing it is to die in arms!

Parallel to beginning

Just so Androgeos, seeing us, cringes with fear, recoiling, struggling to flee but we attack,

the virgin daughter of Priam, Cassandra, torn from the sacred depths of Minerva’s shrine, dragged by the hair, raising her burning eyes to the heavens, just her eyes, so helpless,

Virgins mentioned a lot and like ruining the sanctity of virginity???

desperate for weapons, some defense, and these, these missiles they send 560 reeling down on the Greeks’ heads—the gilded beams, the inlaid glory of all our ancient fathers. Comrades below, posted in close-packed ranks, block the entries, swordpoints drawn and poised.

‘What!’ I cried. ‘Did you, my own father, dream that I could run away and desert you here?

Family values

Pyrrhus who butchers sons in their fathers’ faces, slaughters fathers at the altar.

Stres on the death of men

I never set my eyes on her again. 920 I never looked back, she never crossed my mind

Bruh

And I launch out in tears and desert our native land, the old safe haven, the plains where Troy once stood.

Duty to land

With one mind they insist we leave this wicked land where the bonds of hospitality are so stained—

the line of Aeneas, will rule all parts of the world

you must leave this home. These are not the shores Apollo of Delos urged. He never commanded you to settle here on Crete.

The blood of my comrades froze with instant dread. Their morale sank, they lost all heart for war, pressing me now to pray, to beg for peace,

that Helenus, Priam’s son, holds sway over these Greek towns, that he had won the throne and wife of Pyrrhus, son of Achilles—Andromache was wed once more to a man of Trojan stock. Astonishing! My heart burned with longing, irresistible longing to see my old friend and learn about this remarkable twist of fate…

Friendship gives access to safety

And all my Trojans join me, drinking deep of a Trojan city’s welcome. 420 The king ushered us into generous colonnades, in the heart of the court we offered Bacchus wine and feasted from golden plates, all cups held high.

Circe’s isle,

a surge of the sea burst in between them, cleaving Sicily clear of Hesperia’s flanks,

She’s human at first glance, down to the waist a girl with lovely breasts,

Very necessary detail

crush their bodies on the rocks till the cave’s maw swam with splashing blood. I’ve seen him gnawing limbs, oozing dark filth, and the warm flesh twitching still between his grinding jaws.

Soo goya

I lost my father, my mainstay 820 in every danger and defeat. Spent as I was, you left me here, Anchises, best of fathers, plucked from so many perils, all for nothing. Not even Helenus, filled with dreadful warnings, foresaw such grief for me

Now at dusk she calls for the feast to start again, madly begging to hear again the agony of Troy, to hang on his lips again, savoring his story. Then, with the guests gone, and the dimming moon 100 quenching its light in turn, and the setting stars inclining heads to sleep—alone in the echoing hall, distraught, she flings herself on the couch that he left empty. Lost as he is, she’s lost as well,

I’ll bind them in lasting marriage, make them one. Their wedding it will be!” So Juno appealed and Venus did not oppose her, nodding in assent and smiling at all the guile she saw through…

So no less swiftly Aeneas strides forward now and his face shines with a glory like the god’s.

not for this did she save him twice from Greek attacks. Never. He would be the one to master an Italy rife with leaders, shrill with the cries of war, to sire a people sprung from Teucer’s noble blood and bring the entire world beneath the rule of law. 290 If such

Not permitted to rule alongside Dido, has to consider non-existent Rome over his love and life

First he fastens under his feet the golden sandals, winged to sweep him over the waves and earth alike with the rush of gusting winds. Then he seizes the wand that calls the pallid spirits up from the Underworld

I love you mercury

If such a glorious destiny cannot fire your spirit, 340 [if you will not shoulder the task for your own fame,] at least remember Ascanius rising into his prime, the hopes you lodge in Iulus, your only heir— you owe him Italy’s realm, the land of Rome!”

‘Guest’—that’s all that remains of ‘husband’ now. But why do I linger on? Until my brother Pygmalion batters down my walls? Or Iarbas drags me off, his slave? If only you’d left a baby in my arms—our child— before you deserted me!

His leaving her isnt just devastating bc she loves him bjut actually dangerous

He was washed up on my shores, helpless, and I, I took him in, like a maniac let him share my kingdom, salvaged his lost fleet, plucked his crews from death. 470 Oh I am swept by the Furies, gales of fire! Now it’s Apollo the Prophet, Apollo’s Lycian oracles: they’re his masters now, and now, to top it off, the messenger of the gods, dispatched by Jove himself, comes rushing down the winds with his grim-set commands. Really! What work for the gods who live on high, what a concern to ruffle their repose! I won’t hold you, I won’t even refute you—go!

Shes like yeah okay youre forced by the gods to folow this path of glory you bitch

But Aeneas is driven by duty now. Strongly as he longs to ease and allay her sorrow,

Bro couldnt even stay to comfort his wife