Virgil or Vergil (Publius Virgilius Maro Vergil)

My voice stuck in my throat.
[Lat., Vox faucibus haesit.]

My voice stuck in my throat.
[Lat., Vox faucibus haesit.]

E'en in mid-harvest, while the jocund swain
Pluck'd from the brittle stalk the golden grain,
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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.

His neck is high and erect, his head replete with intelligence,
his belly short, his back full, and his read more

His neck is high and erect, his head replete with intelligence,
his belly short, his back full, and his proud chest swells with
hard muscles.
[Lat., Ardua cervix,
Argumtumque caput, brevis alvos, obessaque terga,
Luxuriatque toris animosum pectus.]

Accursed thirst for gold! what dost thou not compel mortals to
do?
[Lat., Quid non mortalia pectora cogis,
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Accursed thirst for gold! what dost thou not compel mortals to
do?
[Lat., Quid non mortalia pectora cogis,
Auri sacra fames?]

Priding himself in the pursuits of an inglorious ease.
[Lat., Studiis florentem ignobilis oti.]

Priding himself in the pursuits of an inglorious ease.
[Lat., Studiis florentem ignobilis oti.]