Eclogue

1    I|     smoke afar,~And from the hills the shadows lengthening
2    1| alone, as thus,~To woods and hills pour forth his artless strains.~“
3    1|      for me~Roam on Sicilian hills a thousand lambs;~Summer
4    V|    None but Amyntas on these hills of ours~Can vie with you.~
5   VI|     roam~Scattered among the hills that knew them not.~Then
6   VI|   maid! thou roamest now the hills,~While on soft hyacinths
7  VII|       Liber hath grudged the hills~His vine’s o’er-shadowing:
8   IX|     had heard~That where the hills first draw from off the