Eclogue

 1    1|    much to colour, beauteous boy;~White privets fall, dark
 2    1|       Come hither, beauteous boy; for you the Nymphs~Bring
 3  III|    you saw them given to the boy,~Cross-grained Menalcas,
 4  III| golden apples have I sent my boy,~All that I could, tomorrow
 5   IV| heaven.~Only do thou, at the boy’s birth in whom~The iron
 6   IV|  world at peace. For thee, O boy,~First shall the earth,
 7    V| voice art thou, thrice happy boy,~Ranked with thy master,
 8    V|     dearer could I deem? the boy himself~Was worthy to be
 9 VIII|    Rhodope brought forth the boy,~Or Garamantes in earth’
10 VIII|    ruthless he?~Ruthless the boy, thou, mother, cruel too.~“
11   IX|    our wits, away.~Oft, as a boy, I sang the sun to rest,~
12   IX|    this load.~Moeris.~Cease, boy, and get we to the work