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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.

— John Conington The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)

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Then take, good sir, your pleasure while you may;
With life so short 'twere wrong to lose a day.

The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry of Horace (1869)

Blest pair! if aught my verse avail,
No day shall make your memory fail
From off the heart of time.

The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)

O Fortune, cruellest of heavenly powers,
Why make such game of this poor life of ours?

The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry of Horace (1869)

Blank verse really deserving the name I believe to be impossible except to one or two eminent writers in a generation.

E'en here the tear of pity springs,
And hearts are touched by human things.

The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)

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