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.

To pile Ossa upon Pelion.
[Lat., Imponere Pelio Ossam.]

To pile Ossa upon Pelion.
[Lat., Imponere Pelio Ossam.]

But I will trace the footsteps of the chief events.
[Lat., Sed summa sequar fastigia rerum.]

But I will trace the footsteps of the chief events.
[Lat., Sed summa sequar fastigia rerum.]

All of which misery I saw, part of which I was.
[Lat., Quaeque ipse misserrima vidi, et quorum pars read more

All of which misery I saw, part of which I was.
[Lat., Quaeque ipse misserrima vidi, et quorum pars magna fui.]

What region of the earth is not full of our calamities?
[Lat., Quae regio in terris nostri non plena read more

What region of the earth is not full of our calamities?
[Lat., Quae regio in terris nostri non plena laboris.]