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Claudius the God and His Wife Messalina: The Troublesome Reign of Tiberius Claudius Caesar, Emperor of the Romans (born 10 B.C., Died A.D. 54), as Described by Himself, Also His Murder at the Hands of the Notorious Agrippina (mother of the Emperor Nero) and His Subsequent Deification, as Described by Others

The text includes Claudius' own descriptions of his reign, his relationship with his wife Messalina, and his eventual deification. It also covers the circumstances of his murder by Agrippina and the subsequent deification as recounted by other historians. more

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Robert Graves
Robert Graves

Robert Graves was a British poet, novelist, and translator, born on July 24, 1895, and died on December 7, 1985. His poetry is diverse and spans various literary movements from classicism to modernism. Known for his profound insights into history and mythology, Graves's novels are also highly regarded. more

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