I am a broken man/You can't break me: Anthology of poetry

October 27, 2014

The expanded, second edition of the Anthology of poetry is now available for purchasing online.

Nec spe, nec metu

Let other men gather bright gold to themselves and own many acres of well-ploughed soil, let endless worry trouble them, with enemies nearby, and the peals of the war trumpets driving away sleep: let my moderate means lead me to a quiet life, as long as my fireside glows with endless flame.

Let me plant the tender vines at the proper time, tall fruit trees, myself a rustic, with skilled hands:nor let hope fail, but deliver the pile-up fruits, and the rich vintage in overflowing vats, since i worship wherever there's a stump left in the fields, or an old stone at the crossroads, wreathed with flowers: and whatever fruit of mine the new season brings I set as an offering before the god of the fields. --Tibullus cca. 55 BC – 19 BC

I am a broken man/You can't break me

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October 27, 2014

Anthology of poetry

The expanded, second edition of the Anthology of poetry is now available for purchasing online.

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