Eclogues Virgil Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921. on her smooth forehead she had sought for horns,and for her neck had feared the galling plough.O ill-starred maid! thou roamest now the hills,while on soft hyacinths he, his snowy sidereposing, under some dark ilex nowchews the pale herbage, or some heifer tracksamid the crowding herd. Now close, ye Nymphs,ye Nymphs of Dicte, close the forest-glades,if haply there may chance upon mine eyes