Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. summer or winter, still my milk-pails brim.
  2. I sing as erst Amphion of Circe sang,
  3. what time he went to call his cattle home
  4. on Attic Aracynthus. Nor am I
  5. so ill to look on: lately on the beach
  6. I saw myself, when winds had stilled the sea,
  7. and, if that mirror lie not, would not fear
  8. daphnis to challenge, though yourself were judge.
  9. Ah! were you but content with me to dwell.
  10. Some lowly cot in the rough fields our home,
  11. shoot down the stags, or with green osier-wand
  12. round up the straggling flock! There you with me
  13. in silvan strains will learn to rival Pan.
  14. Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join;
  15. for sheep alike and shepherd Pan hath care.
  16. Nor with the reed's edge fear you to make rough
  17. your dainty lip; such arts as these to learn