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Vergil’s Aeneid is the greatest poem ever composed in the Latin language. This epic in twelve books is beautiful, complex, and profound. That makes it hard to translate.
Romulus will then lead the race and found The walls of Mars for Romans, named for him. For them I will not limit time or space. Their rule will have no end.
These men obeyed in everything he ordered. 295 But who can fool a lover?
Aeneas gazed at ghostly chariots
Romans, don’t forget that world dominion Is your great craft: peace, and then peaceful customs; Sparing the conquered, striking down the haughty.”
Poor things, you’ll make atonement with your blood.
He shouldered his descendants’ glorious fate.
Nisus asked, “Is it gods who make me want this, Or do we make our deadly urges gods?
Fortune helps bold men.”
A Roman proverb.
And the sword pierced his side and drank his blood.
The Tuscan ranks closed in on him alone— All of their hatred, all their crowding weapons.
Conquered by death,
He launched a slaughter—horrifying, cruel, And random—and it gave his rage free rein.
