Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. my she-goats, go. Never again shall I,
  2. stretched in green cave, behold you from afar
  3. hang from the bushy rock; my songs are sung;
  4. never again will you, with me to tend,
  5. on clover-flower, or bitter willows, browse.
TITYRUS
  1. Yet here, this night, you might repose with me,
  2. on green leaves pillowed: apples ripe have I,
  3. soft chestnuts, and of curdled milk enow.
  4. And, see, the farm-roof chimneys smoke afar,
  5. and from the hills the shadows lengthening fall!
  1. the shepherd Corydon with love was fired
  2. for fair Alexis, his own master's joy:
  3. no room for hope had he, yet, none the less,
  4. the thick-leaved shadowy-soaring beech-tree grove
  5. still would he haunt, and there alone, as thus,
  6. to woods and hills pour forth his artless strains.
  7. “Cruel Alexis, heed you naught my songs?