Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. and jagged ice not wound thy tender feet!
  2. I will depart, re-tune the songs I framed
  3. in verse Chalcidian to the oaten reed
  4. of the Sicilian swain. Resolved am I
  5. in the woods, rather, with wild beasts to couch,
  6. and bear my doom, and character my love
  7. upon the tender tree-trunks: they will grow,
  8. and you, my love, grow with them. And meanwhile
  9. I with the Nymphs will haunt Mount Maenalus,
  10. or hunt the keen wild boar. No frost so cold
  11. but I will hem with hounds thy forest-glades,
  12. parthenius. Even now, methinks, I range
  13. o'er rocks, through echoing groves, and joy to launch
  14. Cydonian arrows from a Parthian bow.—
  15. as if my madness could find healing thus,
  16. or that god soften at a mortal's grief!
  17. Now neither Hamadryads, no, nor songs
  18. delight me more: ye woods, away with you!
  19. No pangs of ours can change him; not though we