citation_id,entity_id,source_id,work_title,locus,quote,translator,translation_year,source_url,evidence_grade,evidence_note,verified_on,verify_method,display_order,needs_review,review_reason,original_text_url
CIT_GRR_PLAIN_LETHE_VIRGIL,ENT_GRR_PLAIN_LETHE,SRC_VIRGIL_AENEID,"Virgil, Aeneid","Virgil, Aeneid","The god was wroth, and at his temples threw A branch in Lethe dipp'd, and drunk with Stygian dew: The pilot, vanquish'd by the pow'r divine, Soon clos'd his swimming eyes, and lay supine. Scarce were his limbs extended at their length, The god, insulting with superior strength, Fell heavy on him, plung'd him in the sea, And, with the stern, the rudder tore away. Headlong he fell, and, struggling in the main, Cried out for helping hands, but cried in vain.",John Dryden,1697,https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/228,primary-verbatim,,2026-06-18,name-anchored (note-keyword scored) + substring gate; locus per attestation,1,1,English verse translation located by name; the locus is the Latin line-numbering — consult the original.,https://www.perseus.tufts.edu/hopper/text?doc=Perseus:text:1999.02.0055