Georgics
Virgil
Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.
- Thee too, great Pales, will I hymn, and thee,
- Amphrysian shepherd, worthy to be sung,
- You, woods and waves Lycaean. All themes beside,
- Which else had charmed the vacant mind with song,
- Are now waxed common. Of harsh Eurystheus who
- The story knows not, or that praiseless king
- Busiris, and his altars? or by whom
- Hath not the tale been told of Hylas young,
- Latonian Delos and Hippodame,
- And Pelops for his ivory shoulder famed,
- Keen charioteer? Needs must a path be tried,
- By which I too may lift me from the dust,
- And float triumphant through the mouths of men.
- Yea, I shall be the first, so life endure,
- To lead the Muses with me, as I pass
- To mine own country from the Aonian height;
- I, Mantua, first will bring thee back the palms
- Of Idumaea, and raise a marble shrine
- On thy green plain fast by the water-side,
- Where Mincius winds more vast in lazy coils,
- And rims his margent with the tender reed.
- Amid my shrine shall Caesar's godhead dwell.
- To him will I, as victor, bravely dight
- In Tyrian purple, drive along the bank
- A hundred four-horse cars. All Greece for me,
- Leaving Alpheus and Molorchus' grove,
- On foot shall strive, or with the raw-hide glove;
- Whilst I, my head with stripped green olive crowned,
- Will offer gifts. Even 'tis present joy
- To lead the high processions to the fane,
- And view the victims felled; or how the scene
- Sunders with shifted face, and Britain's sons
- Inwoven thereon with those proud curtains rise.
- Of gold and massive ivory on the doors
- I'll trace the battle of the Gangarides,
- And our Quirinus' conquering arms, and there
- Surging with war, and hugely flowing, the Nile,
- And columns heaped on high with naval brass.
- And Asia's vanquished cities I will add,
- And quelled Niphates, and the Parthian foe,
- Who trusts in flight and backward-volleying darts,
- And trophies torn with twice triumphant hand
- From empires twain on ocean's either shore.
- And breathing forms of Parian marble there
- Shall stand, the offspring of Assaracus,
- And great names of the Jove-descended folk,
- And father Tros, and Troy's first founder, lord
- Of Cynthus. And accursed Envy there
- Shall dread the Furies, and thy ruthless flood,
- Cocytus, and Ixion's twisted snakes,
- And that vast wheel and ever-baffling stone.
- Meanwhile the Dryad-haunted woods and lawns
- Unsullied seek we; 'tis thy hard behest,
- Maecenas. Without thee no lofty task
- My mind essays. Up! break the sluggish bonds
- Of tarriance; with loud din Cithaeron calls,
- Steed-taming Epidaurus, and thy hounds,
- Taygete; and hark! the assenting groves
- With peal on peal reverberate the roar.
- Yet must I gird me to rehearse ere long
- The fiery fights of Caesar, speed his name
- Through ages, countless as to Caesar's self
- From the first birth-dawn of Tithonus old.