“Dire agonies, wild terrors swarm,
And Death glares grim in many a form.”
Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book II, p. 55
“Dire agonies, wild terrors swarm,
And Death glares grim in many a form.”
Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book II, p. 55
“Death takes the mean man with the proud;
The fatal urn has room for all.”
Book III, ode i
Translations, The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace (1863)
Book II, ode xiv
Translations, The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace (1863)
Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book XI, p. 427
“A lethargy of sleep,
Most like to death, so calm, so deep.”
Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book VI, p. 209
Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book VI, p. 197
“Tis come, our fated day of death.”
Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book II, p. 53