Eclogues

Virgil

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

    LYCIDAS
    1. Your pleas but linger out my heart's desire:
    2. now all the deep is into silence hushed,
    3. and all the murmuring breezes sunk to sleep.
    4. We are half-way thither, for Bianor's tomb
    5. begins to show: here, Moeris, where the hinds
    6. are lopping the thick leafage, let us sing.
    7. Set down the kids, yet shall we reach the town;
    8. or, if we fear the night may gather rain
    9. ere we arrive, then singing let us go,
    10. our way to lighten; and, that we may thus
    11. go singing, I will case you of this load.
    MOERIS
    1. Cease, boy, and get we to the work in hand:
    2. we shall sing better when himself is come.
    1. This now, the very latest of my toils,