Eclogue

 1    1|       The shepherd Corydon with love was fired~For fair Alexis,
 2    1|         which Amaryllis wont to love,~And waxen plums withal:
 3    1|       the departing sun,~Yet me love burns, for who can limit
 4    1|        burns, for who can limit love?~Ah! Corydon, Corydon, what
 5  III|         Damoetas.~“Gifts for my love I’ve found; mine eyes have
 6  III|        not Bavius, let him also love~Thy songs, O Maevius, ay,
 7  III|       herd!~It is the self-same love that wastes us both.”~Menalcas.~“
 8  III|        These truly— nor is even love the cause -~Scarce have
 9  III|       either fear the sweets of love,~Or taste its bitterness.
10   IV|       loftier task! Not all men love~Coppice or lowly tamarisk:
11    V|     Long as the wild boar~Shall love the mountain-heights, and
12    V|         taught me “Corydon with love was fired~For fair Alexis,”
13   VI|       soothed~Pasiphae with the love of her white bull -~Happy
14  VII| therewithal~Phyllis doth hazels love, and while she loves,~Myrtle
15 VIII| Maenalian lays.~Now know I what Love is: ‘mid savage rocks~Tmaros
16 VIII|       me Maenalian lays.~Fierce Love it was once steeled a mother’
17 VIII|      the softer grows,~So by my love may Daphnis; sprinkle meal,~
18 VIII|    pines that heifer, with such love as hers~May Daphnis pine,
19    X|     wave with thine,~Begin! The love of Gallus be our theme,~
20    X|         Dryad-maidens, when for love -~Love all unworthy of a
21    X|  Dryad-maidens, when for love -~Love all unworthy of a loss so
22    X|      exclaim:~“From whence this love of thine?” Apollo came;~“
23    X|        thy bosom’s care~Another love is following.“Therewithal~
24    X|         end?” quoth he, “behold~Love recks not aught of it: his
25    X|         my ashes rest,~If of my love, one day, your flutes should
26    X|        vine,~Reclining would my love have lain with me,~Phyllis
27    X|      have worn away.~But me mad love of the stern war-god holds~
28    X|       my doom, and character my love~Upon the tender tree-trunks:
29    X|     they will grow,~And you, my love, grow with them. And meanwhile~
30    X|       deserts drive our flocks.~Love conquers all things; yield
31    X|         things; yield we too to love!”~These songs, Pierian Maids,
32    X|      worth,~Gallus, for whom my love grows hour by hour,~As the