Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. on Attic Aracynthus. Nor am I
  2. so ill to look on: lately on the beach
  3. I saw myself, when winds had stilled the sea,
  4. and, if that mirror lie not, would not fear
  5. daphnis to challenge, though yourself were judge.
  6. Ah! were you but content with me to dwell.
  7. Some lowly cot in the rough fields our home,
  8. shoot down the stags, or with green osier-wand
  9. round up the straggling flock! There you with me
  10. in silvan strains will learn to rival Pan.
  11. Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join;
  12. for sheep alike and shepherd Pan hath care.
  13. Nor with the reed's edge fear you to make rough
  14. your dainty lip; such arts as these to learn
  15. what did Amyntas do?—what did he not?
  16. A pipe have I, of hemlock-stalks compact