Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. Look, look I the very embers of themselves
  2. have caught the altar with a flickering flame,
  3. while I delay to fetch them: may the sign
  4. prove lucky! something it must mean, for sure,
  5. and Hylax on the threshold 'gins to bark!
  6. May we believe it, or are lovers still
  7. 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!
  5. These fields are mine.” Now, cowed and out of heart,