Eclogues
Virgil
Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.
- makes the earth fruitful, for my songs hath care.”
- “Me Phoebus loves; for Phoebus his own gifts,
- bays and sweet-blushing hyacinths, I keep.”
- “Gay Galatea throws an apple at me,
- then hies to the willows, hoping to be seen.”
- “My dear Amyntas comes unasked to me;
- not Delia to my dogs is better known.”