Lucius Licinius Lucullus (/luːˈkʌləs/; 118 – 57/56 BC) was an optimate politician of the late Roman Republic, closely connected with Lucius Cornelius Sulla. In the culmination of over twenty years of almost continuous military and government service, he became the main conqueror of the eastern kingdoms in the course of the Third Mithridatic War, exhibiting extraordinary generalship in diverse situations, most famously during the siege of Cyzicus, 73-72 BC, and at the Battle of Tigranocerta in Armenian Arzanene, 69 BC. His command style received unusually favourable attention from ancient military experts, and his campaigns appear to have been studied as examples of skillful generalship.
Lucullus returned to Rome from the east with so much captured booty that the whole could not be fully accounted, and poured enormous sums into private building, husbandry and even aquaculture projects which shocked and amazed his contemporaries by their magnitude. He also patronized the arts and sciences lavishly, transforming his hereditary estate in the highlands of Tusculum into a hotel-and-library complex for scholars and philosophers. He built the horti Lucullani, the famous Gardens of Lucullus, on the Pincian Hill in Rome, and in general became a cultural innovator in the deployment of imperial wealth. He died during the winter of 57-56 BC. and was buried at the family estate near Tusculum.
Lucullus is a Roman cognomen derived from lux ("light"). It was used by the plebeian family Licinii Luculli of gens Licinia. Lucius Licinius Lucullus, the late Roman Republic politician and conqueror of Mithridates, was among the most well-known names.
Lucullus may refer to:
Phrasemaking
wondering and pondering
how things might should go on
not really having fun
Endlessly
gazing up the staicase
of tomorrows pros & cons
such overwhelming concience weighing tons
Like always
Fly by night
from the glacier smile to hide behind
so precious and so kind
So sincere
no evidence of intelligence
took time to see it through
I had no will, no vision and no clue
Like always
Growing thinner
with a shiny smile
the world is shrinking
before the Eye....
Falling too
upon the gravel road
the lonely churchyard on the hill
with too much hate to kill
Nosebleed
reminding me of snowball wars
we often ran away
and hid untill last rays of the day