Frases de Lucano
Lucano
Data de nascimento: 3. Novembro 39 d.C.
Data de falecimento: 30. Abril 65 d.C.
Outros nomes: Lucan
Marco Aneu Lucano , também conhecido em português como Lucano, foi um poeta romano, nascido na província da Bética. Apesar de sua vida curta, é tido como uma das figuras de maior destaque do período dito clássico do latim. Sua juventude, além de sua proficuidade, fizeram com que se destacasse entre os poetas da época. Sobrinho de Sêneca, fez parte da malograda conspiração de Pisão contra a vida do imperador Nero, e ao ser preso foi obrigado a se suicidar. Restou de sua extensa obra apenas uma epopeia inacabada, a Farsália.
Citações Lucano
„But Caesar had more than a mere name and military reputation: his energy could never rest, and his one disgrace was to conquer without war.“
— Marcus Annaeus Lucanus, livro Pharsalia
Pharsalia, Sed non in Caesare tantum
nomen erat nec fama ducis, sed nescia virtus
stare loco, solusque pudor non vincere bello.
Book I, line 143 (tr. J. D. Duff).
„But silenced now are laws in war“
— Marcus Annaeus Lucanus, livro Pharsalia
Pharsalia, Context: But silenced now are laws in war: we driven from our homes; yet is our exile willing.
Book I, line 277 (tr. E. Ridley).
„All that we see is God; every motion we make is God also.“
— Marcus Annaeus Lucanus, livro Pharsalia
Pharsalia, Context: Has he any dwelling-place save earth and sea, the air of heaven and virtuous hearts? Why seek we further for deities? All that we see is God; every motion we make is God also.
Book IX, line 578 (tr. J. D. Duff).
„We praise loyalty, but it pays the price when it supports those whom Fortune crushes.“
— Marcus Annaeus Lucanus, livro Pharsalia
Pharsalia, Dat poenas laudata fides, cum sustinet inquit
quos fortuna premit.
Book VIII, line 485 (tr. J. D. Duff).
„One stroke of sword and all the world is yours.
Make plain to all men that the crowds who decked
Pompeius' hundred pageants scarce were fit
For one poor triumph.“
— Marcus Annaeus Lucanus, livro Pharsalia
Pharsalia, Et primo ferri motu prosternite mundum;
sitque palam, quas tot duxit Pompeius in urbem
curribus, unius gentes non esse triumphi.
Book VII, line 278 (tr. E. Ridley).
„The sin of thousands always goes unpunished.“
— Marcus Annaeus Lucanus, livro Pharsalia
Pharsalia, Quidquid multis peccatur inultum est.
Book V, line 260 (tr. J. D. Duff).
„No life is short that gives a man time to slay himself.“
— Marcus Annaeus Lucanus, livro Pharsalia
Pharsalia, Vita brevis nulli superest qui tempus in illa
quaerendae sibi mortis habet.
Book IV, line 478 (tr. J. D. Duff).
„If a man would be righteous, let him depart from a court. Virtue is incompatible with absolute power. He who is ashamed to commit cruelty must always fear it.“
— Marcus Annaeus Lucanus, livro Pharsalia
Pharsalia, Exeat aula
qui volt esse pius. Virtus et summa potestas
non coeunt; semper metuet quem saeva pudebunt.
Book VIII, line 493 (tr. J. D. Duff).
„When the existence and safety of so many nations depend upon your single life, and so large a part of the world has chosen you for its head, it is cruel of you to court death.“
— Marcus Annaeus Lucanus, livro Pharsalia
Pharsalia, Cum tot in hac anima populorum vita salusque
pendeat et tantus caput hoc sibi fecerit orbis,
saevitia est voluisse mori.
Book V, line 685 (tr. J. D. Duff).
„More was lost there than mere life and existence: we were overthrown for all time to come.“
— Marcus Annaeus Lucanus, livro Pharsalia
Pharsalia, Plus est quam vita salusque
quod perit: in totum mundi prosternimur aevum.
Book VII, line 639 (tr. J. D. Duff).
„The dead are free from Fortune; Mother Earth has room for all her children, and he who lacks an urn has the sky to cover him.“
— Marcus Annaeus Lucanus, livro Pharsalia
Pharsalia, Libera fortunae mors est; capit omnia tellus
quae genuit; caelo tegitur qui non habet urnam.
Book VII, line 818 (tr. J. D. Duff).
„You have taken from me the one privilege of civil war – the power of granting life to the defeated.“
— Marcus Annaeus Lucanus, livro Pharsalia
Pharsalia, Unica belli
praemia civilis, victis donare salutem,
perdidimus.
Book IX, line 1066 (tr. J. D. Duff).
