Eclogues
Virgil
Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.
- or hunt the keen wild boar. No frost so cold
- but I will hem with hounds thy forest-glades,
- parthenius. Even now, methinks, I range
- o'er rocks, through echoing groves, and joy to launch
- Cydonian arrows from a Parthian bow.—
- as if my madness could find healing thus,
- or that god soften at a mortal's grief!
- Now neither Hamadryads, no, nor songs
- delight me more: ye woods, away with you!