Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. Yea, be the whole earth to mid-ocean turned!
  2. Farewell, ye woodlands I from the tall peak
  3. of yon aerial rock will headlong plunge
  4. into the billows: this my latest gift,
  5. from dying lips bequeathed thee, see thou keep.
  6. Cease now, my flute, now cease Maenalian lays.’”
ALPHESIBOEUS
  1. “Bring water, and with soft wool-fillet bind
  2. these altars round about, and burn thereon
  3. rich vervain and male frankincense, that I
  4. may strive with magic spells to turn astray
  5. my lover's saner senses, whereunto
  6. there lacketh nothing save the power of song.