Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. while Galatea reigned over me, I had
  2. no hope of freedom, and no thought to save.
  3. Though many a victim from my folds went forth,
  4. or rich cheese pressed for the unthankful town,
  5. never with laden hands returned I home.
MELIBOEUS
  1. I used to wonder, Amaryllis, why
  2. you cried to heaven so sadly, and for whom
  3. you left the apples hanging on the trees;
  4. 'twas Tityrus was away. Why, Tityrus,
  5. the very pines, the very water-springs,