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The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 10

THE GATES of heav’n unfold: Jove summons all
The gods to council in the common hall.
Sublimely seated, he surveys from far
The fields, the camp, the fortune of the war,
And all th’ inferior world. From first to last, 5
The sov’reign senate in degrees are plac’d.
Then thus th’ almighty sire began: “Ye gods,
Natives or denizens of blest abodes,
From whence these murmurs, and this change of mind,
This backward fate from what was first design’d? 10
Why this protracted war, when my commands
Pronounc’d a peace, and gave the Latian lands?
What fear or hope on either part divides
Our heav’ns, and arms our powers on diff’rent sides?
A lawful time of war at length will come, 15
(Nor need your haste anticipate the doom),
When Carthage shall contend the world with Rome,
Shall force the rigid rocks and Alpine chains,
And, like a flood, come pouring on the plains.
Then is your time for faction and debate, 20

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poem by Publius Vergilius Maro
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Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.

quote by Napoleon Bonaparte
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Perseverance - a lowly virtue whereby mediocrity achieves an inglorious success.

quote by Ambrose Bierce
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Most history is a record of triumphs, disasters, and follies of top people. The black hole in it is the way of life of mute, inglorious men and women who made no nuisance of themselves in the world.

quote by Philip Howard
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I set forth a humble and inglorious life; that does not matter. You can tie up all moral philosophy with a common and private life just as well as with a life of richer stuff. Each man bears the entire form of man's estate.

quote by Michel de Montaigne
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Yea, Thou Shalt Die

Yea, thou shalt die,
And lie
Dumb in the silent tomb;
Nor to thy name
Shall there be any fame
In ages yet to be or years to come:
For of the flowering Rose,
Which on Pieria blows,
Thou hast no share:
But in sad Hades' house,
Unknown, inglorious,
'Mid the dim shades that wander there
Shalt thou flit forth and haunt the filmy air.

poem by Sappho
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She's

She’s cunning
She’s smart
She’s beautiful
Like art
She carries her virtues in a kart
She’s sharp as a dart
Whether the
Weather
She’ll still be clever
If she chooses whatever
She will tether
It tightly
She doesn’t take life lightly
She’s inglorious
But famous
She’s never perplexed
She’s always ready for what’s coming next.

poem by David Linton
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War You Have To Win!

War you have to win
Lest you make the people thin!

War against
Bewailing belligerency
Chilling child labor
Criminal corruption
Debilitating dishonesty
Demanding diseases
Engulfing exploitation
Ignominious illiteracy
Inglorious injustice
Maddening militancy
Obnoxious obscenity
Pitiable poverty
Terrifying terrorism!

War, war you have to win
Lest you make the world thin!

poem by Subbaraman N V
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To ---- IV

This life is to thee like a region enchanted,
O'er which thy rich fancy its rose-color throws;
The hours as they pass thee with visions are haunted,
And thou dream'st them away in inglorious repose.

Around thee bold hearts the rude war are waging,
But thou dreamest on still through the roar and the strife;
Around thee, oh sleeper! the conflict is raging,
And they need thy strong arm in the Battle of Life!

poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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To The Poet

WHAT cares the rose if the buds which are its pride
Be plucked for the breast of the dead or the hands of a bride?

The mother-drift if its pebbles be dull inglorious things,
Or diamonds fit to shine from the diadems of kings?

Sing, O poet, the moods of thy moments each
Perfect to thee whatever the meaning it reach.

Let the years find if it be as a soulless stone,
Or under the words which hide there be a glory alone.

poem by Thomas William Heney
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