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John Conington was an English classical scholar. In 1866 he published his best-known work, the translation of the Aeneid of Virgil into the octosyllabic metre of Walter Scott. He was Corpus Professor of Latin at the University of Oxford from 1854 till his death. Wikipedia  

✵ 10. august 1825 – 23. október 1869
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“For easier 'tis to learn and recollect
What moves derision than what claims respect.”

Book II, epistle i, p. 160
Translations, The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry of Horace (1869), Epistles

“A lethargy of sleep,
Most like to death, so calm, so deep.”

Zdroj: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book VI, p. 209

“Bear up, and live for happier days.”

Zdroj: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book I, p. 12

“Ah! would but Jupiter restore
The strength I had in days of yore!”

Zdroj: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book VIII, p. 294

“Let Rome be glorious on the earth,
The centre of Italian worth.”

Zdroj: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book XII, p. 472

“Myself not ignorant of woe,
Compassion I have learned to show.”

Zdroj: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book I, p. 31

“Then come the clamour and the blare,
And shouts and clarions rend the air.”

Zdroj: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book II, p. 52

“Blest pair! if aught my verse avail,
No day shall make your memory fail
From off the heart of time.”

Zdroj: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book IX, p. 324

“Then take, good sir, your pleasure while you may;
With life so short 'twere wrong to lose a day.”

Dum licet, in rebus jucundis vive beatus;
Vive memor quam sis aevi brevis.
Book II, satire viii, line 96 (trans. Conington)
Translations, The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry of Horace (1869), Satires

“Virtue's a mere name,
Or 'tis high venture that achieves high aim.”

Book I, epistle xvii, p. 138
Translations, The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry of Horace (1869), Epistles

“Tis come, our fated day of death.”

Zdroj: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book II, p. 53

“Curst Love! what lengths of tyrant scorn
Wreak'st not on those of woman born?”

Zdroj: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book IV, p. 127

“So vast the labor to create
The fabric of the Roman state!”

Zdroj: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book I, p. 4

“Terror wings his flight.”

Zdroj: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book VIII, p. 280