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"Behold the sea, great and immense, | where countless creatures move, | small and large animals. | Ships travel there | and there swims the leviathan whom you created to have fun. (Psalms)"
"On that day the Lord will punish | with the hard sword, large and strong, | the darting serpent Leviathan, | the tortuous serpent Leviathan | and he will slay the dragon that is in the sea. (Book of Isaiah)"
"The Mother-Abyss, | that formed everything, | has prepared Irresistible Weapons: | brought into the world [...] ferocious Leviathans, | to which it gave a frightening appearance | and surrounded with supernatural splendor, | thus equating them to the gods: | "Whoever sees them (he said) | lose consciousness! | And let them once launched, | never retreat!" (Enûma Eliš)"
"The representation of Leviathan is [...] for Job a celebration of the supreme lordship of the Creator who can even allow himself to "play with him like a sparrow, tying him up for the amusement of little girls" (40.29). This is why, according to a Jewish tradition, Leviathan will be killed and prepared for the messianic banquet of the righteous. (Gianfranco Ravasi)"
"We probably mean the crocodile, an animal similar to the alligator, but larger and more formidable, with a narrower snout and webbed feet up to the ends of the toes. [...] It seems that the word Leviathan refers to the crocodile in Ps. 74:14 and Isa. 27:1. But in Ps. 104:26, this term evidently applies to some sea monster, perhaps to the whale. Various large cetacean animals are found in the Mediterranean. (Philip Schaff)"
"You can fish Leviathan with the hook | and hold his tongue with a cord, | stick a reed in his nostrils | and pierce his jaw with a hook? | Perhaps he will make many supplications to you and will he speak sweet words to you? | Perhaps he will make an alliance with you, | so that you may take him as your servant forever? | You will joke with him like a sparrow, | tying it for your maidens? | The fishing companies will put it up for sale, | will the traders share it? | You will riddle his skin with arrows and with the harpoon his head? | Put your hand on him: | at the memory of the fight, I did not rebuke! (Book of Job)"
"You have divided the sea with power, | you have crushed the heads of the dragons upon the waters. | At Leviathan you broke the head, | you fed him to the sea monsters. (Psalms)"
"We have clear evidence throughout the biblical text that the Lord Yahweh was himself an aspect of the serpent's power. [...] We will not be surprised then to learn that the name of the priestly tribe of Levi, Yahweh's favorite, derived from the same verbal root as the term Leviathan and that, when paintings of the non-depictable god finally appeared, his form it was that of a god with serpent-shaped legs."
"As Ea defeated Apsu and Marduk defeated Tiamat, so Yahweh did with the sea monster Rahab (Job 26, 12-13) and with the Leviathan (Job 41 ; Psalms 74, 14)."
"The literatures of the Iron Age of both the Aryan Greeks and the Romans, and the Semites of the Near Levant repeat the theme of the defeat, by a solar hero, of a despicable monster belonging to a previous divine order and possessor of some treasure : a land, a maiden, gold or simply one's own power. The main biblical example is Yahweh's victory over the cosmic sea serpent, the Leviathan, of which he himself boasts to Job."
"Leviathan is the sacralized example of an alpha predator in a certain culture. Amba is another, Bäru yet another. Similar beliefs and traditions could be cited for jaguars, Nile crocodiles, pumas, reticulated pythons and all the other species of large predators that lived in uncomfortable contiguity alongside humans, of whom they sometimes preyed. The mythical dimension of alpha predators, reflected and amplified in those beliefs and traditions, has contributed significantly to shaping the vision developed by our species of its place in creation."
"This original Leviathan should not be confused with a whale. In later times the name took on this meaning generically, but the biblical Leviathan is something stranger and more frightening. It is a chimerical creature, half crocodile and half dragon, evoked for spiritual purposes by elements of psychological and zoological reality."
"According to one theory, this figure derives from a previous Phoenician monster called Lotan, a seven-headed dragon representing primordial chaos, defeated by the deity Baal. In the Jewish scriptures, Leviathan seems more firmly under divine power. Yahweh is Almighty. Leviathan is powerful, and then comes all the others. The passage quoted from Job is a portrait of the predatory servant of God, a creature who exists to remind humans - poor Job himself and all of us - that we are in third place, not higher, in the food chain of power and glory."
"Wood and salt. | And clear water of broken mirrors. | Ilium burns behind our backs, no one turns to look. | Hot tears and pregnant hearts for everyone. | Let's go. | There's nothing else to do. | Freshly planed fir and new pitch under the soles of the feet, sails ringed with hope and the sun high. | The smoke remains of the house of the past: it fills the throat and nostrils, it will accompany us forever. | Barefoot exiles, broken souls, old people, women and children. | Let's go. | Defeated, deceived, cold backs under the eyes of bored gods. | Let's go. | My son's curls, the wrinkles of his bent father, the wide open mouths of those who call me "prince". | While the kingdom I never ruled still burns. | My name is Æneas and this is the last day of Ilium. | To cast off is to die twice. | The future smells of wind and fear. | Let's leave. (Simone Sarasso)"
"No, princess, friend, | it is not indignation, it is not fear that moves | the Phrygian sails and transports me elsewhere. | I know that Dido loves me; | unfortunately I know; nor was I afraid of her. | I love it, and I remember it | how much she did for me: I am not ungrateful. | But let me expose again | to the will of the waves my days | she prescribes my destiny, the gods want it; | and I am so unfortunate, | that fate seems to be my fault.""
"If I stay on the beach, | if I untie the sails, | treacherous, cruel | I hear myself called: | and meanwhile confused | in the fatal doubt, | I'm not leaving, I'm not staying, | but I try the martyr | what I would have when leaving, what I would have when staying"."
"Torment the cruelest | of every cruel torment | it's the barbaric moment | which divides a cor in two."
"And the time will come | one day, which so many and so many ventures, | nothing else, they will be a sweet reminder to you."
"Suffer, support yourselves, preserve yourselves | to this, which from heaven is reserved for you, | yes glorious and yes happy state."
"I am Aeneas, that pious man who gives enemies | I have escaped with me my patriotic Penates, | up to the stars now known by fame. | Italy I'm looking for, who for homeland | Jupiter assigns me, author of my blood. | With ten and ten well-garnished ships | I left Phrygia, following my destiny | and the splendor of the maternal star."
"Look at Priam! Here even glory has its reward, | and sorrows bring tears, the things of men touch the soul.""
"Dogliosa history | and of bitter and horrible remembrance, | exalted queen, you invite me to tell the story. | Like the already powerful and glorious | my homeland, now worthy of pity and tears, | was burned and destroyed at the hands of the Greeks. | And what I saw cause ruin and havoc: | that I myself saw it, and I was a large part of it of the case of him unhappy with him. Magna pars on Wikipedia. </ ref>"
"But if you hear our troubles, | if briefly you like saver | the last massacre, where she burned and fell, | although mourning and pain renew me, | and only memory dismays me; | I'll count it.""
"Slammed and tired | of waging war for so many years and being driven back | even by fate, the Greek leaders | they faced the dangers; and from Minerva | divinely instructed, a great horse | of well-contexted and well-confined fir trees | in the likeness of a building mountain. | Then pretend that this was by vote | of their return, of returning semblance | they did so that the cry spread. | Inside her blind womb and in the caves, | which were many and large in such great mass, | he will secretly lock up weapons and warriors | elected to this by fate and valor."
"Now listen | the malice of the Greeks: and from this one | know them all."
"M'agghiado | to tell it."
"To follow this immediately, | let's ruin the door, let's open the walls, | we adapt to the horse ordnance and beams, | and wheels and chariots on their feet, and ropes around their necks. | So moved and pulled easily | the fatal machine the wall ascends, | full of weapons and armed men, around whom | a choir of virgins and children, | sacred praises singing, with delight | they held out their hands on the rope. She through | she talks about the city, while she shakes, | while she who squeaks and trembles as she goes, | it seems to threaten her."
"Allor Sinone, | which to our ruin was from us | and from the evil fate reserved for this, | I approached the horse, and his closed belly he quietly opened them, and took out | the occult ambush. I'll go out in the morning at first | the first bold and happy leaders, | all descended by a rope to the ground: | and fur Tisander and Stènelo and Ulysses, | Athamas and Thoas and Machaon | and Pyrrhus and Menelaus with the cunning | fabricator of this deception, Epeus. | Attack the city, which is already idle | and in sleep and wine she was buried; | the guards attacked; open the doors; | miserable the hosts conspired together: | and dier form to the assault."
"When in a dream (almost as if my eyes were truly in front of me) Hector appeared to me | sorrowful, tearful, and as I saw him | already dragged, bloody and gross | his whole body, and his feet pierced and swollen. | Leave me alone! which and how much he had changed Quantum mutatus ab illo! on Wikipedia. </ ref> | from that Etòr who returned dressed | of the remains of Achilles, and shining | of the fire that burned the great Argolic ship! | His beard was squalid, his hair was horrid and clotted with blood; his chest torn | of how many wounds to the homeland wall | had around him.""
"And already the palace | Deifóbo was burned and destroyed; | already 'l of him close to him Ucalegon ardea, ' 'Iam proximus ardet Ucalegon' 'on Wikipedia.</ ref> | and the burning of Troy on every side | Sigeo shines in the sea; | and people can be heard shouting and sounding tubes."
"The great horse, | who was devoted to Palla, haughty in the middle | stay of the city, and on every side | pour weapons and be armed. The good Sinone | enjoys his fraud, and all around flowing he mixes, and wanders around | great master of fires and ruins.""
"One remedy | to those who do not have hope is to despair."
"It was the year | the season before, and the first days in pain, | when, having untied the seamstresses and given them to the twenty | the sails, as his father Anchises wanted, | crying I abandoned the banks and the ports | and the fields where Troy was, my companions | taking with me my son and my gods prey to the waves, and banished from the homeland."
"One of the children | This was the king, who rules the Thracian | it was with much treasure occultly | recommended when by the Trojans | I began to distrust weapons, | and fear the siege. The tyrant rio, | as soon as fortune was seen in Troy turning his back, he too turned, and took up arms and the fate followed the winners; | yes, of friendship and hospice | and every law of humanity is broken, | he took away the life and the gold from the royal boy. [on Polydorus ]"
"Ah for the gold impious and despicable hunger! | And who doesn't dare for you, and who doesn't try | this human greed? Quid non mortalia pectora coges, auri sacra fames on Wikipedia."
"But yes d 'Etna near, that the thunders of him | and its terrible ruins | they bombard him every day. He goes out sometimes | from this mountain to the aura another cloud | mixed with black smoke and red hot | sparks, that of ash and pitch | they make disturbances and rumbles, and sway with tremors | lucid flames vibrate from time to time | that go grazing to discolour the stars; | and sometimes, the very bowels of himself | torn apart by themselves, huge rocks and rocks | liquefied and burned to the heavens vomendo | right from the bottom it rumbles and bubbles."
"It was already the morning of the following day, | and clear dawn had the damp veil | taken from the world; when behold from the woods | one encounters something never seen elsewhere Achaemenides | of strange and miserable appearance, | gaunt, haggard and destroyed: a figure | more of a mummy than of a man. He had a beard | long, unkempt hair, I wear a cloak | sewn up with thorns: all horrid, | and squalid and deformed, with hands | towards the shore stretched out, at a slow pace | venía merci asking."
"Horrible monster, deformed and immeasurable, Polyphemus | who had like a dark cave on his forehead | instead of an eye, and for a stick a pine tree, | whereby the steps he stopped."
"Lies from Sicania to the gulf forward | a small island that in Plemmirio ondoso | is placed towards, and by the ancients it is called | by name Ortigia. This island has fame | who through the streets under the sea the Greek Alphaeus | comes from Dòride intact, to the end of Arcadia | through the mouth of Arethusa to mix | with the waves of Sicily."
"It's on the tip | Once we reached Lilybaeum, we immediately turned around its blind shoals, and the port at last | of the bad sight Drepano we grabbed. | Here, leave me! oppressed by so many worries, | exposed to many, my beloved father Anchises, | I lost my father. Here tired and sad, | father, you abandoned me: and you alone | you were in my many difficult fortunes | how much comfort and support he had. | Alas! who in vain from such great perils | unless you made it.""
"To Dido But in Italy my fate calls me. | Italy Apollo in Delos, in Lycia, everywhere | I'll go, or I'll send to spy on him, he promises me. | This is love, this is my homeland. | If you, who came from Phoenicia, | you sit in Cartago, and you delight and enjoy | of your Libyan kingdom, what prohibition, | what envy is yours, that my Trojans | take Ausonia?"
"I know well that it's hard | it is the contrast of the winds; and ours is in vain. | Turn the sails. And what is more grateful elsewhere, | or more comfortable shore, or safer | never have my tired ships, | of the one who cherishes Aceste, | and does the bone welcome my good father? [to Palinuro]"
"To you holy bones, to you ashes love | and famous and happy, soul and shadow | of my father, I return again in vain | to honor you; then that Italy and the Tebro | (even if Tebro is for us) contends for it. | Now, what I can with devoted affection | I adore you and bow to you as something holy.""
"Almighty Jupiter, if of the Teucrians | you are not yet, without reserve, in anger | all the people, and if, as you are, pitiful | aim at human worries, at so much fire | take away, father, the evil woods; | take these few afflicted ones back to death | relics of the Trojans, or what remains | you with your own cloth, and with your own hand | (if such is my merit) strike and extinguish."
"Too clear, and too calm | you believed, Palinuro. Now in the arena | from the sea thrown into some strange quarrel | naked and unknown you will lie, | neither will you have anyone who honors you nor anyone who covers you.""
"O Palinuro, | and which of the Gods took you away from us? and where did he give you?"
"So, Dido unhappy, and it was true | that wicked woman who heard the news of you, | that you ended your days with iron? | Ah, I was the cause of it!"
"Miserable child! and what help, | which the compassionate Aeneas can honor you | worthy of your praise and omen | what did you give of yourself? The weapons that so much | you liked them, I leave you, and your body to the care of your own, if you care about that | has your impious father [Mezentius], ready for the grave | and I honor you with obsequies. And you, petty, | then you receive death from the great Aeneas, | it consoles you to die. [to Lauso dying]"
"Comrades, much has been done. To what remains | fear nothing. Here Mezenzio is dead | for my hands, and these that you see, | the spoils and the first fruits are | of the proud tyrant. Now to the walls | we're going to Latin. Everyone to arms | get ready: everyone trusts and promises | war and victory. You are on point, | because when good wishes hint at it | to move the field, and what purpose there is | to raise the banner, no delay | let it not stop us, either doubt or fear don't delay us. In this midst of the dead | let's give them burial, and what is due to them | it is only after death, eternal honor. | Itene therefore, and those clear souls | that they have with their own blood and life | this purchased homeland and this empire, | of last adorned gifts."
"We hear to other tears called | from the same fate, other battles | we will learn. And you, great Pallas, | go in peace, and with eternal glory | enjoy eternal rest. [to the corpse of Pallas]"
"Virgil, the one whom the professors call the swan of Mantua, certainly because that is not where he was born, appeared to him as one of the most unbearable nuisances that antiquity has ever produced, as well as one of the most terrible pedants . His shepherds all neat and dressed up, who take turns inundating each other with sentient and cold verses, his Orpheus whom he compares to a nightingale in tears, his Aristaeus who whimpers about bees, his Aeneas, character indecisive and inconstant who moves like a Chinese shadow, with wooden gestures, behind the transparent and poorly oiled poem, exasperated him. (Joris-Karl Huysmans)"
"Aeneas remained clear, he too | of clarity and appearance and stature, | who showed himself as a God: and well to Goddess | he was a son, who is a mother of beauty. | He was breathing from his eyes and from his hair those clear, happy and youthful honors | which she herself, his mother, instilled in him. (book I)"
"I can tell you the truth, | My Anna, since what death is the wicked friar | deprive me of Sicheus, who alone moved him | my senses and my heart, and only in him | I know the signs of the ancient flame. ([[Didone] ]: book IV)"
"Aeneas, divine lineage, | May Troy bring it back from its enemies and you revive it and keep it eternal; | or from me, from Laurenti and from Latini | already long awaited with so much hope, | this is your home, this is safe- | mind, don't stop, the fatal seat | that is promised to you. The threats and the cry | do not fear war. All hatred, all anger | already ceases from the celestials. (Tiberinus: book VIII)"
"Aeneas as soon as he sees him | quickly moves towards them. And he was motionless of courage and body waiting for him | it stands as a pillar founded and solid in itself. His Mole stat on Wikipedia. </ ref> (book"
"And as for' gifts, go, | bring them back to you, and the great Aeneas nor presented. And only me believe | of the valor of him, that I was with him in the face | with weapons in hand; and I know about shield and spear | which he gave me a good account of, and how valuable. ( Latin: book XI)"
"Aeneas alone with Hector | was the reason for so much delay | the ruin of Troy, and that ten years | we managed to conquer it. Both of these | they were of equal heart, strength and weapons, | but the greater Aeneas was very pitiful. (Latin: book XI)"
"Aeneas, author of the Roman lineage, | with her celestial weapons and shield | who had come from the stars earlier, | I went out on the other side, and with me on equal terms | Ascanio, her son, of the great Rome | the second hope. (book XII)"
"Anchises – father"
"Ascanius – son"
"Eternal, almighty | Lord, if a human prayer moves you, | look at us, and this will be a lot. | But if there is any merit in your presence | it is our pity, kind father, | give her help too; and with happy sign | this announcement ratifies and confirms. (book II)"
"In an act of welcome: O son, he said | sweetly crying, I see you too, | even though you came, he still has your pity | the inconveniences and hardships have been overcome | yes strange journey. Here it is given to me | to see, son, your longed-for appearance, | and hear you and talk to you. I point to this | he wasn't in doubt, and only thought about when, | counting the days. Oh after so much trouble, | after how many perils, and how many cripples | and on sea and land I see you again! (book VI)"
"Firstly the sky, the earth and the sea, | the air, the moon, the sun, what is hidden, | what appears and how much it is, moves, nourishes | and holds what is inside, either spirit or mind O soul that is of the universe; | which spread throughout the whole and the parts | of such a great mass, the impious of himself, and with him | it turns, mixes and unites. (book VI)"
"See there that bold young man | that his arm rests on that pure shaft? | Those to the light is destined first, | first that of Lavinia in Lazio you will have | posthumous son to you already of grave years, | who at last led by her out of the woods, | king will be of Alba, and of the royal Albans | author and father: and Sílvi named after him | Fian all ours, who descended from him | there they will have long reign. (book VI)"
"Brutus, prime consol, and those bundles of him | and those hatchets from which he, cruel father, | of the homeland good son, his children | for the beautiful libertate ancide of others. (book VI)"
"Public love wins, and great desire | of human praise in him the internal affection | of his own nature and blood. (book VI) on Lucius Junius Brutus"
"But you, Romans my, rule the world | with empire and with weapons, and with your arts | let's be just in peace, undefeated in war; | forgive the subjects, welcome the humble, | defeat the proud. (book VI)"
"Miserable child! So death | you would not win, as undefeated fora | your valor, and how you, Marcelus, | no less than the other, heroic virtue | and more splendor and more luck you had! | Give me plenty so I can di lilies | and scatters a cloud of purple flowers, | which, if well against the already fixed destiny | I try in vain, at least with these gifts | honors the shadow of such a grandson of mine. (book VI)"
"It's on the tip | Once we reached Lilybaeum, we immediately turned around its blind shoals, and the port at last | of the bad sight Drepano we grabbed. | Here, leave me! oppressed by so many worries, | exposed to many, my beloved father, | I lost my father. Here tired and sad, | father, you abandoned me: and you alone | you were in my many difficult fortunes | how much comfort and support he had. | Alas! who in vain from such great perils | safe. (Aeneas: Publius Virgil Maron, Aeneid)"
"And Trapani, where he passed away | the most ancient Anchises, he does not hide. (Torquato Tasso)"
"The room where I write has in the vault the story of Anchises saved by Aeneas, the fire of Troy. And I look at those figures who filled my childhood with strange dreams. The hours chime in the brick bell tower. (Gabriele D'Annunzio)"
"Aeneas – son"
"(To the members of the Sanhedrin, who were worried that because of the uproar caused by Jesus the Romans would destroy Israe) Nor do you consider that it is expedient for us that one man should die for the people, and not that the whole nation should perish."
"(To Jesus) I put You under oath by the living God: Tell us if You are the Christ, the Son of God."
"[To the members of the Sanhedrin, after Jesus had confirmed that he considered himself the Son of God] Then the high priest tore his clothes, saying, “He has spoken blasphemy! What further need do we have of witnesses? Look, now you have heard His blasphemy!"
"Anna – father-in-law"
"Arabic Infancy Gospel – apocryphal attributed to him"
"See that brave young man there | That on that pure shaft does the arm rest? | Those who to the light is destined in the first, | first of Lavinia in Lazio you will have | A posthumous son who is already grave to thee, | That at last from her out of the woods adduced, | King will be of Alba, and of the royal Albans | author and father: and Sílvi from his name | all our who descended from him | there they will have a great empire for a long time. (Anchises: Publius Virgil Maron, Aeneid)"
"He was sir, | when this was the case, the king of Latium Latin, | A king who watched and placid for a long time | He had administered his kingdom in peace. | He was born of Faun and Marica | nymph of Laürento, and Faun at Pico | he was son, and Pico to thee, Saturn, | of his royal legging, the last author. | This king had no manly race, | what his destiny was like; and the one who had | In the flower of his green years he was ancisa. | Alone of such a blood, of such a kingdom | there remained one of his only daughters as heirs, [Lavinia] | that already matures in years, and in beauty | more than any other famous, it was by many | heroes of Lazio and Ausonia as a whole | desire and research. | Ahead of the Others | [Lavinia] asked Turn, a young man, the most handsome, | the mightiest and clearest lineage | than the others all; and more than to others, to him, | nay, to him alone his queen mother | With wondrous affection she bowed. (Book VII)"
"Therefore my Lavinia will be given | to Trojans? Bandits? And you his father, | Who is how you collected it? And you don't mind | Of her, of you, of her unhappy mother? | That at the first wind that blows to its woods, | Of so dear orb pledge left | (as you may say), from this treacherous | fugitive abandoned thief, | Of the Vedrolla Sea and of the corsairs in prey? | Or not so of Sparta also kidnapped | Was she Leda's daughter? And those who kidnap | Wasn't he Trojan too? Ah! Where is he, sire, | That holy faith of yours? | That care of yours? That Promise | that has been done by you so many times | on our turn? If you are from outside people | son-in-law is due; if fixed and balance | it is in your thinking; if of Faun | thy father the prophecy clings to it; | I believe that every land, that to thy sceptre | she is not subject to us, she is a stranger to us. (Beloved: Book VII) [a Latin]"
"These Words | Lavinia Virgo heard of his mother, | of dewy tears and of a fire | Of virgin blush the sprinkled cheeks, | What is it that is stained purpura? | was a white ivory, or that of roses | let the lilies be scattered. (Book XII)"
"Latin – father"
"Orestes: Ah, ah! Ye handmaidens, see them yonder—like Gorgons, stoled in sable garb, entwined with swarming snakes! I can no longer stay.Chorus: What fancies disturb thee, thou dearest of sons unto thy sire? Hold, be not greatly overborne by fear.Orestes: To me these are no fancied troubles. For in very truth yonder are the wrathful sleuth-hounds that avenge my mother.Chorus: ’Tis that the blood is still fresh upon thy hands—this is the reason of the disorder that assails thy wits.Orestes: O lord Apollo, lo! now they come in troops, and from their eyes they drip loathsome blood!"
"Therefore, O ye that visit the deeds of men with vengeful pains, ye Eumenides, whose foreheads bound with snaky hair announce the wrath which breathes from your breast, hither, hither haste, hear my complaints which I (ah, unhappy !) bring forth from my inmost heart perforce, helpless, burning, blinded with raging frenzy. For since my woes come truthfully from the depths of my heart, suffer not ye my grief to come to nothing: but even as Theseus had the heart to leave me desolate, with such a heart, ye goddesses, may he bring ruin upon himself and his own."