Virgil or Vergil (Publius Virgilius Maro Vergil)

E'en in mid-harvest, while the jocund swain
Pluck'd from the brittle stalk the golden grain,
Oft have read more

E'en in mid-harvest, while the jocund swain
Pluck'd from the brittle stalk the golden grain,
Oft have I seen the war of winds contend,
And prone on earth th' infuriate storm descend,
Waste far and wide, and by the roots uptorn,
The heavy harvest sweep through ether borne,
As light straw and rapid stubble fly
In dark'ning whirlwinds round the wintry sky.

And the hood of the horses shakes the crumbling field as they
run.
[Lat., Quadrupedumque putrem cursu quatit read more

And the hood of the horses shakes the crumbling field as they
run.
[Lat., Quadrupedumque putrem cursu quatit ungula campum.]

Never till then so many thunderbolts from cloudless skies. (Bolt
from the blue.)
[Lat., Non alias caelo ceciderunt read more

Never till then so many thunderbolts from cloudless skies. (Bolt
from the blue.)
[Lat., Non alias caelo ceciderunt plura sereno.]

A monster frightful, formless, immense, with sight removed.
[Lat., Monstrum horrendum, informe, ingens, cui lumen ademptum.]

A monster frightful, formless, immense, with sight removed.
[Lat., Monstrum horrendum, informe, ingens, cui lumen ademptum.]

Whatever may be the issue we shall share one common danger, one
safety.
[Lat., Quo res cunque cadant, read more

Whatever may be the issue we shall share one common danger, one
safety.
[Lat., Quo res cunque cadant, unum et commune periculum,
Una salus ambobus erit.]