Eclogue

1   VI| Slipped from his head, the garlands lay, and there~By its worn
2   VI|    a long hoped-for song -~Garlands to fetters turned, they
3    X|   with me,~Phyllis plucked garlands, or Amyntas sung.~Here are
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