Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. “The field is parched, the grass-blades thirst to death
  2. in the faint air; Liber hath grudged the hills
  3. his vine's o'er-shadowing: should my Phyllis come,
  4. green will be all the grove, and Jupiter
  5. descend in floods of fertilizing rain.”
CORYDON
  1. “The poplar doth Alcides hold most dear,
  2. the vine Iacchus, Phoebus his own bays,
  3. and Venus fair the myrtle: therewithal
  4. phyllis doth hazels love, and while she loves,