Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. and o'er your head into the running brook
  2. fling them, nor look behind: with these will
  3. upon the heart of Daphnis make essay.
  4. Nothing for gods, nothing for songs cares he.
  5. Look, look I the very embers of themselves
  6. have caught the altar with a flickering flame,
  7. while I delay to fetch them: may the sign
  8. prove lucky! something it must mean, for sure,
  9. and Hylax on the threshold 'gins to bark!
  10. May we believe it, or are lovers still
  11. by their own fancies fooled?
LYCIDAS
  1. Say whither, Moeris?—Make you for the town,
  2. or on what errand bent?
MOERIS
  1. O Lycidas,
  2. we have lived to see, what never yet we feared,
  3. an interloper own our little farm,
  4. and say, “Be off, you former husbandmen!