Category: Poetry
Thou mother of the Aenead race, delight Of men and deities, bountiful Venus, thou Who under the sky’s gliding constellations Fillest ship-carrying ocean with thy presence And the corn-bearing lands, since through thy power Each kind of living creature is conceived Then riseth...
Who is there that by energy of mind Could build a poem worthy of our theme’s Majesty and of these discoveries? Or who has such a mastery of words As to devise praises proportion...
1. BOOK I, lines 1-328Thou mother of the Aenead race, delight Of men and deities, bountiful Venus, thou Who under the sky’s gliding constellations Fillest ship-carrying ocean with thy presence And th...
5. BOOK IV, lines 962-1287And generally to what pursuits soever Each of us is attached and closely tied, Or on whatever tasks we have been used To spend much time, so that therein the mind Has borne unwo...
4. BOOK III, lines 830-1094Death then is nothing to us, nor one jot Does it concern us, since the nature of mind Is thus proved mortal. And as in times long past We felt no unhappiness when from every sid...
2. BOOK II, lines 991-1174Moreover we are sprung, all we that live, From heavenly seed: there is, for all, that same One father[C]; from whom when the bounteous Earth, Our mother, has drunk in the liquid...
3. BOOK III, lines 1-160Thou, who from out such darkness first could’st lift A torch so bright, illumining thereby The benefits of life, thee do I follow, O thou bright glory of the Grecian race, And i...
7. BOOK VI, lines 1-95In ancient days Athens of glorious name Was first to spread abroad corn-bearing crops Among unhappy mortals, and to frame Their lives in a new mould and give them laws. She also...