Eclogues

Virgil

Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.

  1. she dropped her new-yeaned twins on the bare flint,
  2. hope of the flock—an ill, I mind me well,
  3. which many a time, but for my blinded sense,
  4. the thunder-stricken oak foretold, oft too
  5. from hollow trunk the raven's ominous cry.
  6. But who this god of yours? Come, Tityrus, tell.
TITYRUS
  1. The city, Meliboeus, they call Rome,
  2. I, simpleton, deemed like this town of ours,
  3. whereto we shepherds oft are wont to drive