Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. white privets fall, dark hyacinths are culled.
  2. You scorn me, Alexis, who or what I am
  3. care not to ask—how rich in flocks, or how
  4. in snow-white milk abounding: yet for me
  5. roam on Sicilian hills a thousand lambs;
  6. summer or winter, still my milk-pails brim.
  7. I sing as erst Amphion of Circe sang,
  8. what time he went to call his cattle home
  9. on Attic Aracynthus. Nor am I
  10. so ill to look on: lately on the beach