Eclogues
Virgil
Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.
- so shall your children's children pluck their fruit.”
- Your pleas but linger out my heart's desire:
- now all the deep is into silence hushed,
- and all the murmuring breezes sunk to sleep.
- We are half-way thither, for Bianor's tomb
- begins to show: here, Moeris, where the hinds
- are lopping the thick leafage, let us sing.
- Set down the kids, yet shall we reach the town;
- or, if we fear the night may gather rain
- ere we arrive, then singing let us go,
- our way to lighten; and, that we may thus
- go singing, I will case you of this load.
- Cease, boy, and get we to the work in hand:
- we shall sing better when himself is come.