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“Then answered her son, who turns the stars in the sky: 'What way art thou bending fate, Mother? What dost thou ask For these thy ships? May vessels built by the hands Of mortal men claim an immortal right? Is Aeneas to pass, sure of the outcome, through dangers When nothing is sure? To what god is such power allowed?”

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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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