Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. and waxen plums withal: this fruit no less
  2. shall have its meed of honour; and I will pluck
  3. you too, ye laurels, and you, ye myrtles, near,
  4. for so your sweets ye mingle. Corydon,
  5. you are a boor, nor heeds a whit your gifts
  6. alexis; no, nor would Iollas yield,
  7. should gifts decide the day. Alack! alack!
  8. What misery have I brought upon my head!—
  9. loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,