Publius Vergilius Maro (October 15, 70 BCE – September 21, 19 BCE), usually called Virgil or Vergil /ˈvɜrdʒəl/ in English, was an ancient Roman poet of the Augustan period. He is known for three major works of Latin literature, the Eclogues (or Bucolics), the Georgics, and the epic Aeneid. A number of minor poems, collected in the Appendix Vergiliana, are sometimes attributed to him.
Virgil is traditionally ranked as one of Rome's greatest poets. His Aeneid has been considered the national epic of ancient Rome from the time of its composition to the present day. Modeled after Homer's Iliad and Odyssey, the Aeneid follows the Trojan refugee Aeneas as he struggles to fulfill his destiny and arrive on the shores of Italy—in Roman mythology the founding act of Rome. Virgil's work has had wide and deep influence on Western literature, most notably the Divine Comedy of Dante, in which Virgil appears as Dante's guide through hell and purgatory.
“Fear reveals baseborn souls!”
“От войната не могат да се очакват никакви блага.”
“Collige Virgo Rosas”
“Each of us bears his own Hell.”
“Omnia vincit amor et nos cedamus amori.”
“Love Conquers All”
“Ingentis animos angusto in pectore versant.”
“There's a snake hidden in the grass. Virgil. Ecologues,no. 3.1.1o8”
“Death's brother, sleep.”
“Forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit.”
“The signs of the old flame, I know them well.I pray that the earth gape deep enough to take me downor the almighty Father blast me with one bolt to the shades,the pale, glimmering shades in hell, the pit of night,before I dishonor you, my conscience, break your laws.”
“But the queen--too long she has suffered the pain of love,hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood,consumed by the fire buried in her heart. [...]His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and cling--no peace, no rest for her body, love will give her none.”
“the dank night is sweeping down from the skyand the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.”
“..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the seaand what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl...”
“So ran the speech. Burdened and sick at heart,He feigned hope in his look, and inwardlyContained his anguish. […]Aeneas, more than any, secretlyMourned for them all”
“Non ignora mali, miseris succurrere disco.”
“Arma virumque cano........."*Literally: "I sing of arms and man".__I sing the praises of a man's stuggles__”
“Death twitches my ear;'Live,' he says... 'I'm coming.”
“Nimium ne crede colori”
“...She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.”
“In nesfarsitul haos,fura contopite/Obarsiile a toate;apa si pamant si aer/si fluidul foc. Cum astfel,din aceste inceputuri/Necuprinsul prinse viata;se-nchega si globul lumii.”
“Will Mars be always in your windy tongue and in your flying feet?”
“Fléctere si néqueo súperos Acheronta movebo - If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell.”
“Solve metus”
“I fear the Greeks even when they bring gifts.”
“Here, too, the honorable finds its dueand there are tears for passing things; here, too,things mortal touch the mind.”
“Spare the meek, but subdue the arrogant.”
“No stranger to misfortune myself, I have learned to relieve the sufferings of others.”
“Yield not to evils, but attack all the more boldly.”
“A woman is an ever fickle and changeable thing.”
“Friend, have the courageTo care little for wealth, and shape yourself, You too, to merit godhead.”
“No day shall erase you from the memory of time”
“[He]Spoke and rose to full height, sword in air,Then cleft the man's brow square between the templesCutting his head in two -- a dreadful gashBetween the cheeks all beardless. Earth resoundedQuivering at the great shock of his weightAs he went tumbling down in all his armor,Drenched with blood and brains; in equal halvesHis head hung this and that way from his shoulders.”
“E pluribus unum - Out of many, one.”
“It is easy to go down into Hell...; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air---there's the rub...”
“Omnia vincit amor" - "Love conquers all”
“Arma virumque canto.”
“There are twin Gates of Sleep. One, they say, is called the Gate of Horn and it offers easy passage to all true shades. The other glistens with ivory, radiant, flawless, but through it the dead send false dreams up toward the sky. And here Anchises, his vision told in full, escorts his son and Sibyl both and shows them out now through the Ivory Gate.”
“the dewy night unrolls a heaven thickly jewelled with sparkling stars”
“Facilis descensus Averni.”
“Amor vincit omnia”
“But,...we should first learn the winds and the nature of the sky, the customary cultivation and the ways of the place. What each region bears and rejects. Here corn shoots up, and there grapes do. Elsewhere young trees grow strong and the wild grasses.”
“Fortune sides with him who dares.”
“ Nunc scio quit sit amor. ”
“Et tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus...”
“A shifty, fickle object is woman, always. (Varium et mutabile semper femina.)”
“sic itur ad astra”
“forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.and perhaps it will be pleasing to have remembered these things one day”
“When gods are contrary they stand by no one.”
“Tu ne cede malis, sed contra audentior ito”