Eclogue

1    I|     Oaxes, now must wend our way,~Or Britain, from the whole
2  III|      care.~Menalcas.~O every way~Unhappy sheep, unhappy flock!
3    V| whispering south-wind on its way~So much delights me, nor
4   IX|      gone, ’tis but a little way,~Feed, Tityrus, my goats,
5   IX|  then singing let us go,~Our way to lighten; and, that we
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