Aeneid 1.1-12 Ahl with out punctuation
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Latin
English
Arma virumque cano Troiae qui primus ab oris
Italiam fato profugus Laviniaque venit
litora multum ille et terris iactatus et alto
vi superum saevae memorem Iunonis ob iram
multa quoque et bello passus dum conderet urbem
inferretque deos Latio genus unde Latinum
Albanique patres atque altae moenia Romae
Musa mihi causas memora quo numine laeso
quidve dolens regina deum tot volvere casus
insignem pietate virum tot adire labores
impulerit Tantaene animis caelestibus irae
Italiam fato profugus Laviniaque venit
litora multum ille et terris iactatus et alto
vi superum saevae memorem Iunonis ob iram
multa quoque et bello passus dum conderet urbem
inferretque deos Latio genus unde Latinum
Albanique patres atque altae moenia Romae
Musa mihi causas memora quo numine laeso
quidve dolens regina deum tot volvere casus
insignem pietate virum tot adire labores
impulerit Tantaene animis caelestibus irae
Arms
and
the
man
I
sing
of
Troy
who
first
from
its
seashores
Italy-bound fate’s refugee arrived at Lavinia’s
Coastlands How he was battered about over land over high deep
Seas by the powers above Savage Juno’s anger remembered
Him and he suffered profoundly in war to establish a city
Settle his gods into Latium making this land of the Latins
Future home to the Elders of Alba and Rome’s mighty ramparts
Muse let the memories spill through me What divine will was
wounded
What deep hurt made the queen of the gods thrust a famously
righteous
Man into so many spirals of chance to face so many labours
Anger so great can it really reside in the spirits of heaven
Italy-bound fate’s refugee arrived at Lavinia’s
Coastlands How he was battered about over land over high deep
Seas by the powers above Savage Juno’s anger remembered
Him and he suffered profoundly in war to establish a city
Settle his gods into Latium making this land of the Latins
Future home to the Elders of Alba and Rome’s mighty ramparts
Muse let the memories spill through me What divine will was
wounded
What deep hurt made the queen of the gods thrust a famously
righteous
Man into so many spirals of chance to face so many labours
Anger so great can it really reside in the spirits of heaven