Eclogue

 1    1|  pick~Quinces all silvered-o’er with hoary down,~Chestnuts,
 2  III| shall not balk me now; where’er you bid,~I shall be with
 3   IV|   his father’s worth~Reign o’er a world at peace. For thee,
 4    V|      While Tityrus watches o’er the grazing kids.~Mopsus.~
 5    V|    ground with leaves,~And o’er the fountains draw a shady
 6   VI|     mulberries smeared him o’er,~Both brow and temples.
 7   VI|      such unhallowed union e’er was fain~As with a beast
 8   VI|   wings~Hovered in anguish o’er her ancient home?~All that,
 9  VII|  Corydon and Thyrsis. Howsoe’er,~I let my business wait
10 VIII|      fetch them forth,~And o’er your head into the running
11 VIII|   own fancies fooled?~Give o’er, my songs,~Daphnis is coming
12 VIII| coming from the town, give o’er.”~
13   IX|   bestrewn the ground,~And o’er the fountains drawn a leafy
14    X|     now, methinks, I range~O’er rocks, through echoing groves,