Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. and you, my love, grow with them. And meanwhile
  2. I with the Nymphs will haunt Mount Maenalus,
  3. or hunt the keen wild boar. No frost so cold
  4. but I will hem with hounds thy forest-glades,
  5. parthenius. Even now, methinks, I range
  6. o'er rocks, through echoing groves, and joy to launch
  7. Cydonian arrows from a Parthian bow.—
  8. as if my madness could find healing thus,
  9. or that god soften at a mortal's grief!
  10. Now neither Hamadryads, no, nor songs