Eclogue

1    1|         Alexis, his own master’s joy:~No room for hope had he,
2    V| Dryad-maidens, thrill with eager joy;~Nor wolf with treacherous
3   IX|   Amaryllis wending, our hearts’ joy? -~“While I am gone, ’tis
4    X|      through echoing groves, and joy to launch~Cydonian arrows
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