Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. Phyllis plucked garlands, or Amyntas sung.
  2. Here are cool springs, soft mead and grove, Lycoris;
  3. here might our lives with time have worn away.
  4. But me mad love of the stern war-god holds
  5. armed amid weapons and opposing foes.
  6. Whilst thou—Ah! might I but believe it not!—
  7. alone without me, and from home afar,
  8. look'st upon Alpine snows and frozen Rhine.
  9. Ah! may the frost not hurt thee, may the sharp