Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. Nay, then, I will essay what late I carved
  2. on a green beech-tree's rind, playing by turns,
  3. and marking down the notes; then afterward
  4. bid you Amyntas match them if he can.
MENALCAS
  1. As limber willow to pale olive yields,
  2. as lowly Celtic nard to rose-buds bright,
  3. so, to my mind, Amyntas yields to you.
  4. But hold awhile, for to the cave we come.
MOPSUS
  1. “For Daphnis cruelly slain wept all the Nymphs—