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Huge, awful, hideous, ghastly, blind.
The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)
Bear up, and live for happier days.
The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)
Hush your tongues from idle speech.
The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)
Ah! would but Jupiter restore
The strength I had in days of yore!
The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)
O impotence of man's frail mind
To fate and to the future blind,
Presumptuous and o'erweening still
When Fortune follows at its will!
The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)
My chief, let Fate cry on or back,
'Tis ours to follow, nothing slack:
Whate'er betide, he only cures
The stroke of Fortune who endures.
The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)
Me, guilty me, make me your aim,
O Rutules! mine is all the blame;
He did no wrong, nor e'er could do;
That sky, those stars attest 'tis true;
Love for his friend too freely shown,
This was his crime, and this alone.
The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)
So vast the labor to create
The fabric of the Roman state!
The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)
Comrades and friends! for ours is strength
Has brooked the test of woes;
O worse-scarred hearts! these wounds at length
The Gods will heal, like those.
The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)
Fear proves a base-born soul.
The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)
Each for himself, we all sustain
The durance of our ghostly pain;
Then to Elysium we repair,
The few, and breathe this blissful air.
The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)
The journey down to the abyss
Is prosperous and light:
The palace gates of gloomy Dis
Stand open day and night:
But upward to retrace the way
And pass into the light of day
There comes the stress of labour; this
May task a hero's might.
The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)
No, had I e'en a hundred tongues,
A hundred mouths, and iron lungs,
Those types of guilt I could not show,
Nor tell the forms of penal woe.
The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)
Sleep gives his name to portals twain;
One all of horn, they say,
Through which authentic spectres gain
Quick exit into day,
And one which bright with ivory gleams,
Whence Pluto sends delusive dreams.
The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)
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.
The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)
She turned, and flashed upon their view
Her stately neck's purpureal hue;
Ambrosial tresses round her head
A more than earthly fragrance shed:
Her falling robe her footprints swept,
And showed the goddess as she stept.
The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)
Along the illimitable shade
Darkling and lone their way they made,
Through the vast kingdom of the dead,
An empty void, though tenanted:
So travellers in a forest move
With but the uncertain moon above,
Beneath her niggard light.
The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)