Eclogue

1    1|   heard and envied me.~Ay, and two fawns, I risked my neck
2  III| milking-pail, and feeds withal~Two young ones at her udder:
3  III|        own more priceless far— two beechen cups~By the divine
4  III|   clustering ivy-berries pale.~Two figures, one Conon, in the
5    V|       we build; and I for thee~Two beakers yearly of fresh
6    V|   afoam,~And of rich olive-oil two bowls, will set;~And of