Virgil - Arms and the Man (Aeneid I. 1-11) lyrics

Warfare I sing of　and the war-made man from Troy; that first one, 　the Fates' refugee, who from shores of his birth　 bound for Italy reached Lavinia's beaches.　How battered he was over the hard of the land, 　over high deep seas by violence on high 　as vicious Juno remembered him　in immortal rage; Much too he suffered 　of sorrow and battle to found a city,　 settling his gods in the land of Latium; 　whence the Latin race, the Alban lords, 　and lofty Rome's walls. O Muse, make me now 　 remember the causes. What almighty pride 　was pierced? What deep grievance so harrowed 　 the gods' high queen that she forced a man 　famously righteous to weather in god-fear 　 such wuthering ordeals, to face such labors? 　Can loathing so great Truly sputter 　in the spirits of heaven?