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“If there is any power of righteousness in Heaven, you will drink to the dregs the cup of punishment amid sea rocks and as you suffer cry "Dido" againa and again. Though far, yet I shall be near, haunting you with flames of blackest pitch. And when death's chill has parted my body from its breath, wherever you go my spectre will be there,. You will have your punishment, you villain. And I shall hear, the news will reach me deep in the world of death.”

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The Aeneid

The Aeneid is an epic poem written by the ancient Roman poet Virgil. It narrates the journey of Aeneas, a Trojan hero, after the fall of Troy, his travels, and his eventual establishment of the city of Rome. The poem is renowned for its rich symbolism, complex characters, and profound exploration of themes such as fate, duty, and the human condition. more

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Virgil

Virgil, a Roman poet, was born on October 15, 70 BC and died on September 21, 19 BC. He is one of the greatest poets in ancient Rome and is known for his epic poem, 'The Aeneid'. more

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