Eclogues

Virgil

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

  1. and Corydon the she-goats swollen with milk—
  2. both in the flower of age, Arcadians both,
  3. ready to sing, and in like strain reply.
  4. Hither had strayed, while from the frost I fend
  5. my tender myrtles, the he-goat himself,
  6. lord of the flock; when Daphnis I espy!
  7. Soon as he saw me, “Hither haste,” he cried,
  8. “O Meliboeus! goat and kids are safe;
  9. and, if you have an idle hour to spare,
  10. rest here beneath the shade. Hither the steers
  11. will through the meadows, of their own free will,
  12. untended come to drink. Here Mincius hath
  13. with tender rushes rimmed his verdant banks,
  14. and from yon sacred oak with busy hum
  15. the bees are swarming.” What was I to do?
  16. No Phyllis or Alcippe left at home