Eclogue

 1    1|           still my milk-pails brim.~I sing as erst Amphion of Circe
 2  III|               Do you first, Damoetas, sing,~Then you, Menalcas, in
 3   IV|            Coppice or lowly tamarisk: sing we woods,~Woods worthy of
 4    V|               the slender reeds,~I to sing ditties, do we not sit down~
 5    V|             Mopsus, whether minded to sing aught~Of Phyllis and her
 6    V|               in turn, as best I may,~Sing thee a song, and to the
 7    V|              very thickets, shout and sing, ‘A god,~A god is he, Menalcas “
 8    V|            Lyctian Aegon and Damoetas sing,~And Alphesiboeus emulate
 9   VI| shepherd-wight to feed fat sheep,~But sing a slender song.” Now, Varus,
10   VI|           oaten reed my silvan lay.~I sing but as vouchsafed me; yet
11  VII|              Arcadians both,~Ready to sing, and in like strain reply.~
12  VII|               sport.~So they began to sing, voice answering voice~In
13  VII|              as doth my Codrus, so to sing -~Next to Apollo he— or
14   IX|             the thick leafage, let us sing.~Set down the kids, yet
15   IX|            the work in hand:~We shall sing better when himself is come.~
16    X|                Arethusa! needs must I~Sing a brief song to Gallus—
17    X|             fitly read.~Who would not sing for Gallus? So, when thou~
18    X|           browse the tender brush.~We sing not to deaf ears; no word
19    X|            with leaves.”~“Yet will ye sing, Arcadians, of my woes~Upon
20    X|              that alone have skill to sing.~O then how softly would