Aeneid

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“ō miserī, quae tanta īnsānia, cīvēs? crēditis āvectōs hostīs? aut ūlla putātis dōna carēre dolīs Danaum? sīc nōtus Ulixēs? aut hōc inclūsī lignō occultantur Achīvī, aut haec in nostrōs fabricāta est māchina mūrōs, inspectūra domōs ventūraque dēsuper urbī, aut aliquis latet error; equō nē crēdite, Teucrī. quidquid id est, timeō Danaōs et dōna ferentīs. Poor fools! Oh, why this madness, countrymen? Trust ye the foe is fled? Think ye the Greek Would griftless give? Is that Ulysses' fame? These timbers hide Achaean men concealed Or else an engine are against our walls, Our homes t' espy, t' assail from city-heights, Or for other guile. Trust not this horse, Trojans! I fear the Greek, whatever gift he brings.”

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“Auster: Delos is south of Thrace; the geographical direction of winds is not to be pressed in the poets (Servius says 'auster autem quīvis ventus' ["South Wind" but in truth "some wind or other"]).”

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“dextrum Scylla latus, laevum implācāta Charybdis obsidet, atque īmō barathrī ter gurgite vāstōs sorbet in abruptum fluctūs rūrsusque sub aurās ērigit alternōs, et sīdera verberat undā. at Scyllam caecīs cohibet spēlunca latebrīs ōra exsertantem et nāvīs in saxa trahentem. prīma hominis faciēs et pulchrō pectore virgō pūbe tenus, postrēma immānī corpore pistrīx delphīnum caudās uterō commissa lupōrum. To right Scylla, to left insatiable Charybdis bars. Three times her whirlpool-throat Guzzles seas down its sheer abyss, three times Returns them up to lash the spattered stars; While Scylla from her cave and sightless lair Darts out mouths, grapples ships upon the rock. Human tofore, a lovely-breasted girl Down to the womanhood; behind, a monster— Hateful bulk of wolves and dolphins grafted.”