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6th
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6th
Urbs antiqua ruit
An ancient city fell, which ruled for years.
Are strewn the stricken corpses through the streets,
and through the holy thresholds of the gods.
Not only Trojans pay the price with blood;
valor still returns to vanquished hearts
and now it is the victors’ time to die.
Ev’rywhere cruel sorrow and alarm;
ev’rywhere the ghost of death itself.
Aeneid translation never graded by my 12th grade Latin teacher
