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1 I| woods resound.~Tityrus.~O Meliboeus, ’twas a god vouchsafed~ 2 I| she-goats on,~And this one, O my Tityrus, scarce can lead:~ 3 I| Though, with bare stones o’erspread, the pastures all~ 4 III| Committed to my care.~Menalcas.~O every way~Unhappy sheep, 5 III| words to me, and uttered O how oft,~Hath Galatea spoke! 6 III| country-bred,~Is loved by Pollio: O Pierian Maids,~Pray you, 7 III| him also love~Thy songs, O Maevius, ay, and therewithal~ 8 IV| consulate,~This glorious age, O Pollio, shall begin,~And 9 IV| his father’s worth~Reign o’er a world at peace. For 10 IV| world at peace. For thee, O boy,~First shall the earth, 11 IV| thy mother with a smile,~O baby-boy! ten months of 12 IV| weariness~For thee she bore: O baby-boy, begin!~For him, 13 V| begin,~While Tityrus watches o’er the grazing kids.~Mopsus.~ 14 V| uprear their heads.~Now, O ye shepherds, strew the 15 V| ground with leaves,~And o’er the fountains draw a 16 VI| eyes should read,~Of thee, O Varus, shall our tamarisks~ 17 VI| blood-red mulberries smeared him o’er,~Both brow and temples. 18 VI| cattle-kind had never been! -~O ill-starred maid, what frenzy 19 VI| feared the galling plough.~O ill-starred maid! thou roamest 20 VI| wings~Hovered in anguish o’er her ancient home?~All 21 VII| Hither haste,” he cried,~“O Meliboeus! goat and kids 22 VII| grudged the hills~His vine’s o’er-shadowing: should my 23 VIII| with me Maenalian lays.~O worthy of thy mate, while 24 VIII| traitor left me, which, O earth, to thee~Here on this 25 VIII| Amaryllis, fetch them forth,~And o’er your head into the running 26 VIII| own fancies fooled?~Give o’er, my songs,~Daphnis is 27 VIII| coming from the town, give o’er.”~ 28 IX| what errand bent?~Moeris.~O Lycidas,~We have lived to 29 IX| bestrewn the ground,~And o’er the fountains drawn a 30 X| alone have skill to sing.~O then how softly would my 31 X| Even now, methinks, I range~O’er rocks, through echoing