Anchises

"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"