Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. Go home, my cattle, from your grazing go!”
CORYDON
  1. “Ye mossy springs, and grass more soft than sleep,
  2. and arbute green with thin shade sheltering you,
  3. ward off the solstice from my flock, for now
  4. comes on the burning summer, now the buds
  5. upon the limber vine-shoot 'gin to swell.”
THYRSIS
  1. “Here is a hearth, and resinous logs, here fire
  2. unstinted, and doors black with ceaseless smoke.
  3. Here heed we Boreas' icy breath as much
  4. as the wolf heeds the number of the flock,
  5. or furious rivers their restraining banks.”
CORYDON
  1. “The junipers and prickly chestnuts stand,
  2. and 'neath each tree lie strewn their several fruits,
  3. now the whole world is smiling, but if fair
  4. alexis from these hill-slopes should away,
  5. even the rivers you would ; see run dry.”
THYRSIS
  1. “The field is parched, the grass-blades thirst to death
  2. in the faint air; Liber hath grudged the hills
  3. his vine's o'er-shadowing: should my Phyllis come,
  4. green will be all the grove, and Jupiter