Eclogue

1   VI|     mould the forms of things~Little by little; and how the earth
2   VI|     forms of things~Little by little; and how the earth amazed~
3 VIII|      Call on the gods, though little it bestead -~The gods who
4 VIII|       in our orchard-garth,~A little maid I saw you— I your guide -~
5   IX| feared,~An interloper own our little farm,~And say, “Be off,
6   IX|   While I am gone, ’tis but a little way,~Feed, Tityrus, my goats,
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