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“Mothers of Latium! Hey! Hear me, each one of you, wherever you may be! If you still have any sympathy for poor Amata in your faithful hearts, or any prick of conscience for a mother's claims, untie the bands around your hair and take to the wild rites with me!”

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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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