Lavinia (mythology)

Lavinia, legendary Italian princess is the daughter of Latinus and Amata, and the last wife of Aeneas.

Publius Virgil Maron, Aeneid

 * He was sir, | when this was the case, the king of Latium Latin, | A king who watched and placid for a long time | He had administered his kingdom in peace. | He was born of Faun and Marica | nymph of Laürento, and Faun at Pico | he was son, and Pico to thee, Saturn, | of his royal legging, the last author. | This king had no manly race, | what his destiny was like; and the one who had | In the flower of his green years he was ancisa. | Alone of such a blood, of such a kingdom | there remained one of his only daughters as heirs, [Lavinia] | that already matures in years, and in beauty | more than any other famous, it was by many | heroes of Lazio and Ausonia as a whole | desire and research. | Ahead of the Others | [Lavinia] asked Turn, a young man, the most handsome, | the mightiest and clearest lineage | than the others all; and more than to others, to him, | nay, to him alone his queen mother | With wondrous affection she bowed. (Book VII)
 * Therefore my Lavinia will be given | to Trojans? Bandits? And you his father, | Who is how you collected it? And you don't mind | Of her, of you, of her unhappy mother? | That at the first wind that blows to its woods, | Of so dear orb pledge left | (as you may say), from this treacherous | fugitive abandoned thief, | Of the Vedrolla Sea and of the corsairs in prey? | Or not so of Sparta also kidnapped | Was she Leda's daughter? And those who kidnap | Wasn't he Trojan too? Ah! Where is he, sire, | That holy faith of yours? | That care of yours? That Promise | that has been done by you so many times | on our turn? If you are from outside people | son-in-law is due; if fixed and balance | it is in your thinking; if of Faun | thy father the prophecy clings to it; | I believe that every land, that to thy sceptre | she is not subject to us, she is a stranger to us. (Beloved: Book VII) [a Latin]
 * These Words | Lavinia Virgo heard of his mother, | of dewy tears and of a fire | Of virgin blush the sprinkled cheeks, | What is it that is stained purpura? | was a white ivory, or that of roses | let the lilies be scattered. (Book XII)

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 * Latin – father