Eclogue

 1    I|      But who this god of yours? Come, Tityrus, tell.~Tityrus.~
 2    1|       since my gifts you spurn.~Come hither, beauteous boy; for
 3  III|      heifer, you yourself shall come.”~Menalcas.~“I am all hers;
 4  III|          Pollio, may he thither come~Where thee he joys beholding;
 5   IV|       by Cumae’s Sibyl sung~Has come and gone, and the majestic
 6    V|         fling taunts at Codrus. Come, begin,~While Tityrus watches
 7    V|      awhile, for to the cave we come.~Mopsus.~“For Daphnis cruelly
 8  VII|         own free will,~Untended come to drink. Here Mincius hath~
 9  VII|        for Corydon thou carest, come.”~Thyrsis.~“Now may I seem
10  VII| er-shadowing: should my Phyllis come,~Green will be all the grove,
11  VII|       but if more oft~Thou’ldst come to me, fair Lycidas, to
12 VIII|        deer and hounds together come to drink.~“Begin, my flute,
13   IX|        recall— no paltry song:~“Come, Galatea, what pleasure
14   IX|     vine weaves shadowy covert: come,~Leave the mad waves to
15   IX|     sing better when himself is come.~
16    X|         shoots in early Spring.~Come, let us rise: the shade