Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. or hunt the keen wild boar. No frost so cold
  2. but I will hem with hounds thy forest-glades,
  3. parthenius. Even now, methinks, I range
  4. o'er rocks, through echoing groves, and joy to launch
  5. Cydonian arrows from a Parthian bow.—
  6. as if my madness could find healing thus,
  7. or that god soften at a mortal's grief!
  8. Now neither Hamadryads, no, nor songs
  9. delight me more: ye woods, away with you!