Eclogue

 1    I|         bare flint,~Hope of the flock— an ill, I mind me well,~
 2    I|     drive~The younglings of the flock: so too I knew~Whelps to
 3    I|    contagious of a neighbouring flock.~Happy old man, who ‘mid
 4    I|        in order! Go, once happy flock,~My she-goats, go. Never
 5    1|         Round up the straggling flock! There you with me~In silvan
 6  III| PALAEMON~Menalcas.~Who owns the flock, Damoetas? Meliboeus?~Damoetas.~
 7  III|      way~Unhappy sheep, unhappy flock! while he~Still courts Neaera,
 8  III|    twice their udders, from the flock~Filching the life-juice,
 9  III|         off to now?~Gather your flock together, Tityrus,”~You
10  III|       Menalcas.~Naught from the flock I’ll venture, for at home~
11  III|        a day both reckon up the flock,~And one withal the kids.
12  III|       the wolf is to the folded flock,~Rain to ripe corn, Sirocco
13    V|         guardian once~Of a fair flock, myself more fair than they.’”~
14    V|    treacherous wile assails the flock,~Nor nets the stag: kind
15    V|      this beside,~“Who owns the flock?— Meliboeus?”~Mopsus.~But
16  VII|     Corydon~Had gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,~And
17  VII|    he-goat himself,~Lord of the flock; when Daphnis I espy!~Soon
18  VII|         while in marble, if the flock~At lambing time be filled,
19  VII|        off the solstice from my flock, for now~Comes on the burning
20  VII|         heeds the number of the flock,~Or furious rivers their
21    X|         poet divine;~Nor of the flock be thou ashamed: even fair~
22    X|        been,~Or guardian of the flock! for surely then,~Let Phyllis,