Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. who sung the stave I filched from you that day
  2. to Amaryllis wending, our hearts' joy?—
  3. “While I am gone, 'tis but a little way,
  4. feed, Tityrus, my goats, and, having fed,
  5. drive to the drinking-pool, and, as you drive,
  6. beware the he-goat; with his horn he butts.“
MOERIS
  1. Ay, or to Varus that half-finished lay,
  2. “Varus, thy name, so still our Mantua live—
  3. Mantua to poor Cremona all too near—