Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. ye winds, I pray you, for the gods to hear.”
MENALCAS
  1. “It profiteth me naught, Amyntas mine,
  2. that in your very heart you spurn me not,
  3. if, while you hunt the boar, I guard the nets.”
DAMOETAS
  1. “Prithee, Iollas, for my birthday guest
  2. send me your Phyllis; when for the young crops
  3. I slay my heifer, you yourself shall come.”
MENALCAS
  1. “I am all hers; she wept to see me go,
  2. and, lingering on the word, ‘farewell’ she said,