ARMS, and the man I sing, who, forc'd by fate,
And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate,
Expell'd and exil'd, left the Trojan shore.
Long labors, both by sea and land, he bore,
And in the doubtful war, before he won
The Latian realm, and built the destin'd town;
His banish'd gods restor'd to rites divine,
And settled sure succession in his line,
From whence the race of Alban fathers come,
And the long glories of majestic Rome.
(And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate,
Expell'd and exil'd, left the Trojan shore.
Long labors, both by sea and land, he bore,
And in the doubtful war, before he won
The Latian realm, and built the destin'd town;
His banish'd gods restor'd to rites divine,
And settled sure succession in his line,
From whence the race of Alban fathers come,
And the long glories of majestic Rome.
thirdman Ia! Ia! R'lyeh Cthulhu ftagn! Ia! Ia! Mglui nafl,
Thu 6 Mar 2003, 12:19,
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tsk come and rome don't rhymethats a primary school poem
( Dai_Marzipan Ain't no party like an S Club party,
Thu 6 Mar 2003, 12:22,
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no wonder latin is boringall those bloody words get translated down to one small paragraph!
( thebear is thebear,
Thu 6 Mar 2003, 12:22,
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