Eclogue

1    I|    victim from my folds went forth,~Or rich cheese pressed
2    1|      To woods and hills pour forth his artless strains.~“Cruel
3   IV| earth, untilled, pour freely forth~Her childish gifts, the
4   IV|   Thy very cradle shall pour forth for thee~Caressing flowers.
5  VII|      in vain. From that time forth~Is Corydon still Corydon
6 VIII|    Tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,~Or Garamantes in
7 VIII| ashes, Amaryllis, fetch them forth,~And o’er your head into
8   IX|     Beside the streams pours forth a thousand flowers;~Here
9   IX|  Dionean Caesar’s star comes forth~In heaven, to gladden all