Eclogues

Virgil

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

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