Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. your bride along; now, bridegroom, scatter nuts:
  2. forsaking Oeta mounts the evening star!
  3. O worthy of thy mate, while all men else
  4. thou scornest, and with loathing dost behold
  5. my shepherd's pipe, my goats, my shaggy brow,
  6. and untrimmed beard, nor deem'st that any god
  7. for mortal doings hath regard or care.
  8. Once with your mother, in our orchard-garth,
  9. a little maid I saw you—I your guide—
  10. plucking the dewy apples. My twelfth year
  11. I scarce had entered, and could barely reach
  12. the brittle boughs. I looked, and I was lost;
  13. a sudden frenzy swept my wits away.
  14. Now know I what Love is: 'mid savage rocks
  15. tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,
  16. or Garamantes in earth's utmost bounds—
  17. no kin of ours, nor of our blood begot.