Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. so shall your children's children pluck their fruit.”
LYCIDAS
  1. Your pleas but linger out my heart's desire:
  2. now all the deep is into silence hushed,
  3. and all the murmuring breezes sunk to sleep.
  4. We are half-way thither, for Bianor's tomb
  5. begins to show: here, Moeris, where the hinds
  6. are lopping the thick leafage, let us sing.
  7. Set down the kids, yet shall we reach the town;
  8. or, if we fear the night may gather rain
  9. ere we arrive, then singing let us go,
  10. our way to lighten; and, that we may thus
  11. go singing, I will case you of this load.
MOERIS
  1. Cease, boy, and get we to the work in hand:
  2. we shall sing better when himself is come.