Eclogues
Virgil
Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.
- albeit he was so dark, and you so fair!
- Trust not too much to colour, beauteous boy;
- white privets fall, dark hyacinths are culled.
- You scorn me, Alexis, who or what I am
- care not to ask—how rich in flocks, or how
- in snow-white milk abounding: yet for me
- roam on Sicilian hills a thousand lambs;
- summer or winter, still my milk-pails brim.
- I sing as erst Amphion of Circe sang,