Eclogue

1    I|    the shade, and, at your call,~“Fair Amaryllis” bid the
2    I|  The city, Meliboeus, they call Rome,~I, simpleton, deemed
3    1| sang,~What time he went to call his cattle home~On Attic
4  III| midst he set,~And one— how call you him, who with his wand~
5 VIII|  with this my dying breath~Call on the gods, though little
6   IX|  too have sung; the swains~Call me a poet, but I believe