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“the old man threw his spear With feeble impact; blocked by the ringing bronze, It hung there harmless from the jutting boss. Then Pyrrhus answered: 'You'll report the news To Pelides, my father; don't forget My sad behavior, the degeneracy Of Neoptolemus. Now die.' With this, To the altar step itself he dragged him trembling, Slipping in the pooled blood of his son, And took him by the hair with his left hand. The sword flashed in his right; up to the hilt He thrust it in his body. That was the end Of Priam's age, the doom that took him off, With Troy in flames before his eyes, his towers Headlong fallen—he that in other days Had ruled in pride so many lands and peoples, The power of Asia. On the distant shore. The vast trunk headless lies without a name." 2.702”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“Son why let suffering goad you on to fury past control" 2.780”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“and in the end the port of Drepanum took me in, a landing without joy. for after storms at sea had buffeted me so often, here, alas, i lost my father, solace in all affliction and mischance; o best of fathers, in my weariness-- though you had been delivered from so many perils in vain -- alas here you forsook me." 3.935”
― Virgil, The Aeneid (Penguin Classics) [Paperback] [2003] (Author) Virgil, David West

“I am Aeneas, duty-bound, and known Above high air of heaven by my fame, Carrying with me in my ships our gods Of hearth and home, saved from the enemy. I look for Italy to be my fatherland, And my descent is from all-highest Jove. " Line 519”
― Virgil, The Aeneid