Eclogue

1    1|        own longing. See, the ox comes home~With plough up-tilted,
2  III|      this heifer; every day she comes~Twice to the milking-pail,
3  III|       our turn,~Yonder Palaemon comes! In singing-bouts~I’ll see
4  III|      Menalcas.~“My dear Amyntas comes unasked to me;~Not Delia
5  VII| solstice from my flock, for now~Comes on the burning summer, now
6   IX|         of Dodona when an eagle comes.~Nay, had I not, from hollow
7   IX|     Where Dionean Caesar’s star comes forth~In heaven, to gladden