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“My life is lived, and I have played
The part that Fortune gave.”

Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book IV, p. 138

“A wet summer and a fine winter should be the farmer's prayer.”

Georgics, Book I, p. 39
Translations, The Poems of Virgil Translated Into English Prose (1872)

“Thus, severed by the ruthless plough,
Dim fades a purple flower:
Their weary necks so poppies bow,
O'erladen by the shower.”

John Conington

Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book IX, p. 324

“Here sees he the illustrious dead
Who fighting for their country bled;
Priests who while earthly life remained
Preserved that life unsoiled, unstained;
Blest bards, transparent souls and clear,
Whose song was worthy Phoebus' ear;
Inventors who by arts refined
The common lot of human kind,
With all who grateful memory won
By services to others done:
A goodly brotherhood, bedight
With coronals of virgin white.”

John Conington

Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book VI, p. 217

“She calls it marriage now; such name
She chooses to conceal her shame.”

John Conington

Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book IV, p. 117

“Why reel I thus, confused and blind?
What madness mars my sober mind?”

John Conington

Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book XII, p. 436

“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.”

John Conington

Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book I, p. 21

“This to a tyrant master sold
His native land for cursed gold.”

John Conington

Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book VI, p. 215

“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.”

John Conington

Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book I, p. 12

“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.”

John Conington

Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book VI, p. 215

“Dire agonies, wild terrors swarm,
And Death glares grim in many a form.”

John Conington

Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book II, p. 55

“In the moment of our talking, envious time has ebb'd away.
Seize the present; trust to-morrow e'en as little as you may.”

John Conington

Book I, ode xi
Translations, The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace (1863)

“The gods implore
To crush the proud and elevate the poor.”

John Conington

Source: Translations, The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry of Horace (1869), Art of Poetry, p. 180

“Death takes the mean man with the proud;
The fatal urn has room for all.”

John Conington

Book III, ode i
Translations, The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace (1863)

“If men and mortal arms ye slight,
Know there are gods who watch o'er right.”

John Conington

Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book I, p. 27

“Virgil imitated Homer, but imitated him as a rival, not as a disciple.”

John Conington

Introduction, p. 27
Commentary, P. Vergili Maronis Opera, Volume II (1863)

“No longer dream that human prayer
The will of Fate can overbear.”

John Conington

Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book VI, p. 202

“None knows the reason why this curse
Was sent on him, this love of making verse.”

John Conington

Source: Translations, The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry of Horace (1869), Art of Poetry, p. 191

“Ah! Postumus! Devotion fails
The lapse of gliding years to stay,
With wrinkled age it nought avails
Nor conjures conquering Death away.”

John Conington

Book II, ode xiv
Translations, The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace (1863)

“Arise from my bones, my unknown avenger.”

John Conington

Aeneid, Book IV, p. 216
Translations, The Poems of Virgil Translated Into English Prose (1872)