Eclogue

1    I| Tityrus, scarce can lead:~For ‘mid the hazel-thicket here but
2    I|     flock.~Happy old man, who ‘mid familiar streams~And hallowed
3 VIII|      Now know I what Love is: ‘mid savage rocks~Tmaros or Rhodope
4 VIII|       the forest-glade,~Arion ‘mid his dolphins on the deep.~“
5   IX|        so the rumour ran,~But ‘mid the clash of arms, my Lycidas,~
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