hide Matching Documents

The documents where this entity occurs most often are shown below. Click on a document to open it.

Document Max. Freq Min. Freq
Polybius, Histories 602 0 Browse Search
M. Tullius Cicero, Orations, for Quintius, Sextus Roscius, Quintus Roscius, against Quintus Caecilius, and against Verres (ed. C. D. Yonge) 226 0 Browse Search
Titus Livius (Livy), History of Rome, books 1-10 (ed. Rev. Canon Roberts) 104 0 Browse Search
Titus Livius (Livy), History of Rome, books 1-10 (ed. Rev. Canon Roberts) 102 0 Browse Search
Cornelius Tacitus, The History (ed. Alfred John Church, William Jackson Brodribb) 92 0 Browse Search
John Conington, Commentary on Vergil's Aeneid, Volume 1 90 0 Browse Search
Titus Livius (Livy), History of Rome, books 1-10 (ed. Rev. Canon Roberts) 80 0 Browse Search
Pausanias, Description of Greece 80 0 Browse Search
M. Tullius Cicero, Orations, The fourteen orations against Marcus Antonius (Philippics) (ed. C. D. Yonge) 78 0 Browse Search
John Conington, Commentary on Vergil's Aeneid, Volume 2 70 0 Browse Search
View all matching documents...

Browsing named entities in P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams). You can also browse the collection for Rome (Italy) or search for Rome (Italy) in all documents.

Your search returned 19 results in 16 document sections:

1 2
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 1, line 1 (search)
Arms and the man I sing, who first made way, predestined exile, from the Trojan shore to Italy, the blest Lavinian strand. Smitten of storms he was on land and sea by violence of Heaven, to satisfy stern Juno's sleepless wrath; and much in war he suffered, seeking at the last to found the city, and bring o'er his fathers' gods to safe abode in Latium; whence arose the Latin race, old Alba's reverend lords, and from her hills wide-walled, imperial Rome.
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 4, line 219 (search)
, where for love the amorous pair forgot their place and name. Then thus to Mercury he gave command: “Haste thee, my son, upon the Zephyrs call, and take thy winged way! My mandate bear unto that prince of Troy who tarries now in Tyrian Carthage, heedless utterly of empire Heaven-bestowed. On winged winds hasten with my decrees. Not such the man his beauteous mother promised; not for this twice did she shield him from the Greeks in arms: but that he might rule Italy, a land pregnant with thrones and echoing with war; that he of Teucer's seed a race should sire, and bring beneath its law the whole wide world. If such a glory and event supreme enkindle not his bosom; if such task to his own honor speak not; can the sire begrudge Ascanius the heritage of the proud name of Rome? What plans he now? What mad hope bids him linger in the lap of enemies, considering no more the land Lavinian and Ausonia's sons. Let him to sea! Be this our final word: this message let our herald faithful bear.
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 5, line 114 (search)
First, side by side, with sturdy, rival oars, four noble galleys, pride of all the fleet, come forward to contend. The straining crew of Mnestheus bring his speedy Pristis on, — Mnestheus in Italy erelong the sire of Memmius' noble line. Brave Gyas guides his vast Chimaera, a colossal craft, a floating city, by a triple row of Dardan sailors manned, whose banks of oars in triple order rise. Sergestus, he of whom the Sergian house shall after spring, rides in his mighty Centaur. Next in line, on sky-blue Scylla proud Cloanthus rides — whence thy great stem, Cluentius of Rome
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 5, line 545 (search)
On each bright brow a well-trimmed wreath the flowing tresses bound; two javelins of corner tipped with steel each bore for arms; some from the shoulder slung a polished quiver; to each bosom fell a pliant necklace of fine, twisted gold. Three bands of horsemen ride, three captains proud prance here and there, assiduous in command, each of his twelve, who shine in parted lines which lesser captains lead. One cohort proud follows a little Priam's royal name — one day, Polites, thy illustrious race through him prolonged, shall greater glory bring to Italy. A dappled Thracian steed with snow-white spots and fore-feet white as snow bears him along, its white face lifted high. Next Atys rode, young Atys, sire to be of th' Atian house in Rome, a boy most dear unto the boy Iulus; last in line, and fairest of the throng, Iulus came, astride a steed from Sidon, the fond gift of beauteous Dido and her pledge of love. Close followed him the youthful chivalry of King Acestes on Trinacrian steeds
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 5, line 575 (search)
ircling troop with troop, and swift parade of simulated war; now from the field they flee with backs defenceless to the foe; then rally, lance in rest—or, mingling all, make common front, one legion strong and fair. As once in Crete, the lofty mountain-isle, that-fabled labyrinthine gallery wound on through lightless walls, with thousand paths which baffled every clue, and led astray in unreturning mazes dark and blind: so did the sons of Troy their courses weave in mimic flights and battles fought for play, like dolphins tumbling in the liquid waves, along the Afric or Carpathian seas. This game and mode of march Ascanius, when Alba Longa's bastions proudly rose, taught to the Latin people of the prime; and as the princely Trojan and his train were wont to do, so Alba to her sons the custom gave; so glorious Rome at last the heritage accepted and revered; and still we know them for the “Trojan Band,” and call the lads a “Troy.” Such was the end of game and contest at Anchise
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 6, line 756 (search)
eir shaded brows The civic oak they wear! For thee they build Nomentum, and the walls of Gabii, Fidena too, and on the mountains pile Collatia's citadels, Pometii, Bola and Cora, Castrum-Inui— Such be the names the nameless lands shall bear. See, in that line of sires the son of Mars, Great Romulus, of Ilian mother born, From far-descended line of Trojan kings! See from his helm the double crest uprear, While his celestial father in his mien Shows forth his birth divine! Of him, my son, Great Rome shall rise, and, favored of his star, Have power world-wide, and men of godlike mind. She clasps her seven hills in single wall, Proud mother of the brave! So Cybele, The Berecynthian goddess, castle-crowned, On through the Phrygian kingdoms speeds her car, Exulting in her hundred sons divine, All numbered with the gods, all throned on high. “Let now thy visionary glance look long On this thy race, these Romans that be thine. Here Caesar, of Iulus' glorious seed, Behold ascending to the world
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 6, line 801 (search)
e? Shall craven fear constrain Thee or thy people from Ausonia's shore? Look, who is he I may discern from far By olive-branch and holy emblems known? His flowing locks and hoary beard, behold! Fit for a Roman king! By hallowed laws He shall found Rome anew—from mean estate In lowly Cures led to mightier sway. But after him arises one whose reign Shall wake the land from slumber: Tullus then Shall stir slack chiefs to battle, rallying His hosts which had forgot what triumphs be. Him boastful Ancrst Th' inexorable fasces sternly bear. When his own sons in rash rebellion join, The father and the judge shall sentence give In beauteous freedom's cause—unhappy he! Howe'er the age to come the story tell, 't will bless such love of honor and of Rome. See Decius, sire and son, the Drusi, see! Behold Torquatus with his axe! Look where Camillus brings the Gallic standards home! “But who are these in glorious armor clad And equal power? In this dark world of cloud Their souls in concord move;—bu
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 6, line 854 (search)
teous youth in glittering dress of war, Though of sad forehead and down-dropping eyes: “Say, father, who attends the prince? a son? Or of his greatness some remoter heir? How his friends praise him, and how matchless he! But mournful night Tests darkly o'er his brow.” With brimming eyes Anchises answer gave: “Ask not, 0 son, what heavy weight of woe Thy race shall bear, when fate shall just reveal This vision to the world, then yield no more. 0 gods above, too glorious did ye deem The seed of Rome, had this one gift been sure? The lamentation of a multitude Arises from the field of Mars, and strikes The city's heart. 0 Father Tiber, see What pomp of sorrow near the new-made tomb Beside thy fleeting stream! What Ilian youth Shall e'er his Latin kindred so advance In hope of glory? When shall the proud land Of Romulus of such a nursling boast? Ah, woe' is me! 0 loyal heart and true! 0 brave, right arm invincible! What foe Had 'scaped his onset in the shock of arms, Whether on foot he str<
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 7, line 601 (search)
A sacred custom the Hesperian land of Latium knew, by all the Alban hills honored unbroken, which wide-ruling Rome keeps to this day, when to new stroke she stirs the might of Mars; if on the Danube's wave resolved to fling the mournful doom of war, or on the Caspian folk or Arabs wild; or chase the morning far as India's verge, ind from the Parthian despot wrest away our banners Iost. Twin Gates of War there be, of fearful name, to Mars' fierce godhead vowed: a hundred brass bars shut them, and the strength of uncorrupting steel; in sleepless watch Janus the threshold keeps. 'T is here, what time the senate's voice is war, the consul grave in Gabine cincture and Quirinal shift himself the griding hinges backward moves, and bids the Romans arm; obedient then the legionary host makes Ioud acclaim, and hoarse consent the brazen trumpets blow. Thus King Latinus on the sons of Troy was urged to open war, and backward roll those gates of sorrow: but the aged king recoiled, refused the loath
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 8, line 81 (search)
d. So that whole night the god of Tiber calmed his swollen wave, ebbing or lingering in silent flow, till like some gentle lake or sleeping pool his even waters lay, and strove no more against the oarsmen's toil. Upon their way they speed with joyful sound; the well-oiled wood slips through the watery floor; the wondering waves, and all the virgin forests wondering, behold the warriors in far-shining arms their painted galleys up the current drive. O'er the long reaches of the winding flood their sturdy oars outweary the slow course of night and day. Fair groves of changeful green arch o'er their passage, and they seem to cleave green forests in the tranquil wave below. Now had the flaming sun attained his way to the mid-sphere of heaven, when they discerned walls and a citadel in distant view, with houses few and far between; 't was there, where sovran Rome to-day has rivalled Heaven, Evander's realm its slender strength displayed: swiftly they turned their prows and neared the town.
1 2