Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. Alack! could any of so foul a crime
  2. be guilty? Ah! how nearly, thyself,
  3. reft was the solace that we had in thee,
  4. Menalcas! Who then of the Nymphs had sung,
  5. or who with flowering herbs bestrewn the ground,
  6. and o'er the fountains drawn a leafy veil?—
  7. who sung the stave I filched from you that day
  8. to Amaryllis wending, our hearts' joy?—
  9. “While I am gone, 'tis but a little way,
  10. feed, Tityrus, my goats, and, having fed,