Eclogue

 1    I|          it is that, as your eyes may see,~My kine may roam at
 2    I|        your eyes may see,~My kine may roam at large, and I myself~
 3  III| piping-match my pipe had won!~You may not know it, but the goat
 4  III|           Who loves thee, Pollio, may he thither come~Where thee
 5    V|           too, in turn, as best I may,~Sing thee a song, and to
 6   VI|     forest-glades,~If haply there may chance upon mine eyes~The
 7   VI|          pasture lured,~Some kine may guide to the Gortynian stalls.~
 8   VI|          grove beside~Apollo more may boast him.” Wherefore speak~
 9  VII|       Apollo he— or if to this~We may not all attain, my tuneful
10  VII|      carest, come.”~Thyrsis.~“Now may I seem more bitter to your
11 VIII|         That day when I thy deeds may celebrate,~Ever that day
12 VIII|    through the whole wide world~I may renown thy verse— that verse
13 VIII|        Nysa to Mopsus given! what may not then~We lovers look
14 VIII|         male frankincense, that I~May strive with magic spells
15 VIII|       softer grows,~So by my love may Daphnis; sprinkle meal,~
16 VIII|            with such love as hers~May Daphnis pine, and I not
17 VIII|      While I delay to fetch them: may the sign~Prove lucky! something
18 VIII|          threshold ‘gins to bark!~May we believe it, or are lovers
19   IX|           the stars.”~Lycidas.~So may your swarms Cyrnean yew-trees
20   IX|          Or, if we fear the night may gather rain~Ere we arrive,
21   IX|          to lighten; and, that we may thus~Go singing, I will
22    X|         yet~Such as Lycoris’ self may fitly read.~Who would not
23    X|      Sicanian billows glidest on,~May Doris blend no bitter wave
24    X|       snows and frozen Rhine.~Ah! may the frost not hurt thee,
25    X|          the frost not hurt thee, may the sharp~And jagged ice