Publius Vergilius Maro
Biography of Publius Vergilius Maro
or Virgil (Publius Vergilius Maro) 70 B.C.–19 B.C., Roman poet, born. Andes district near Mantua, in Cisalpine Gaul Vergil turned to rural poetry of a contrasting kind, realistic and didactic. In his Georgics , completed in 30 B.C., he seeks, as had the Greek Hesiod before him, to interpret the charm of real life and work on the farm. His perfect poetic expression gives him the first place among pastoral poets. For the rest of his life Vergil worked on the Aeneid , a national epic honoring Rome and foretelling prosperity to come. The adventures of Aeneas are unquestionably one of the greatest long poems in world literature.
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Publius Vergilius Maro Poems
The Aeneid Of Virgil: Book 10
THE GATES of heav’n unfold: Jove summons all The gods to council in the common hall. Sublimely seated, he surveys from far
Of air-born honey, gift of heaven, I now Take up the tale. Upon this theme no less Look thou, Maecenas, with indulgent eye.
Eclogue 1: Meliboeus Tityrus
MELIBOEUS You, Tityrus, 'neath a broad beech-canopy Reclining, on the slender oat rehearse Your silvan ditties: I from my sweet fields,
Eclogue 4: Pollio
Muses of Sicily, essay we now A somewhat loftier task! Not all men love Coppice or lowly tamarisk: sing we woods,
What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what star Maecenas, it is meet to turn the sod Or marry elm with vine; how tend the steer;
Eclogue 6: To Varus
First my Thalia stooped in sportive mood To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within The woods to house her. When I sought to tell
Eclogue 5: Menalcas Mopsus
MENALCAS Why, Mopsus, being both together met, You skilled to breathe upon the slender reeds, I to sing ditties, do we not sit down
Eclogue 10: Gallus
This now, the very latest of my toils, Vouchsafe me, Arethusa! needs must I Sing a brief song to Gallus- brief, but yet
The Aeneid Of Virgil: Book 2
ALL were attentive to the godlike man, When from his lofty couch he thus began: “Great queen, what you command me to relate
The Aeneid Of Virgil: Book 7
AND thou, O matron of immortal fame, Here dying, to the shore hast left thy name; Cajeta still the place is call’d from thee,
Eclogue 7: Meliboeus Corydon Thrysis
Daphnis beneath a rustling ilex-tree Had sat him down; Thyrsis and Corydon Had gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,
Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heaven; Now will I sing thee, Bacchus, and, with thee, The forest's young plantations and the fruit
Eclogue 9: Lycidas Moeris
O Lycidas, We have lived to see, what never yet we feared, An interloper own our little farm, And say, 'Be off, you former husbandmen!
Thee too, great Pales, will I hymn, and thee, Amphrysian shepherd, worthy to be sung, You, woods and waves Lycaean. All themes beside,
Eclogue 2: Alexis
The shepherd Corydon with love was fired
For fair Alexis, his own master's joy:
No room for hope had he, yet, none the less,
The thick-leaved shadowy-soaring beech-tree grove
Still would he haunt, and there alone, as thus,
To woods and hills pour forth his artless strains.
'Cruel Alexis, heed you naught my songs?
Have you no pity? you'll drive me to my death.
Now even the cattle court the cooling shade