Eclogues Virgil Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921. with wine of yesterday. Not far aloof,slipped from his head, the garlands lay, and thereby its worn handle hung a ponderous cup.Approaching—for the old man many a timehad balked them both of a long hoped-for song—garlands to fetters turned, they bind him fast.Then Aegle, fairest of the Naiad-band,aegle came up to the half-frightened boys,came, and, as now with open eyes he lay,