Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. with yellow marigold. I too will pick
  2. quinces all silvered-o'er with hoary down,
  3. chestnuts, which Amaryllis wont to love,
  4. and waxen plums withal: this fruit no less
  5. shall have its meed of honour; and I will pluck
  6. you too, ye laurels, and you, ye myrtles, near,
  7. for so your sweets ye mingle. Corydon,
  8. you are a boor, nor heeds a whit your gifts
  9. alexis; no, nor would Iollas yield,
  10. should gifts decide the day. Alack! alack!
  11. What misery have I brought upon my head!—
  12. loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,
  13. and the wild boar upon my crystal springs!
  14. Whom do you fly, infatuate? gods ere now,
  15. and Dardan Paris, have made the woods their home.
  16. Let Pallas keep the towers her hand hath built,
  17. us before all things let the woods delight.
  18. The grim-eyed lioness pursues the wolf,
  19. the wolf the she-goat, the she-goat herself
  20. in wanton sport the flowering cytisus,