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1 VIII| culled, where baneful herbs abound.~With these full oft have 2 1| or how~In snow-white milk abounding: yet for me~Roam on Sicilian 3 X| dripping-wet~Menalcas. All with one accord exclaim:~“From whence this 4 IX| yet~Or Cinna deem I, but account myself~A cackling goose 5 IV| and once again~Some great Achilles to some Troy be sent.~Then, 6 III| you gone!~There’s a cold adder lurking in the grass.”~Menalcas.~“ 7 X| thou ashamed: even fair~Adonis by the rivers fed his sheep -~ 8 V| beach,~Nor streams that race adown their bouldered beds.~Menalcas.~ 9 VI| at his approach,~Vesper, advancing, bade the shepherds tell~ 10 VIII| from the tall peak~Of yon aerial rock will headlong plunge~ 11 X| under Cancer’s Sign,~In Aethiopian deserts drive our flocks.~ 12 IV| with milk, while flocks afield~Shall of the monstrous lion 13 V| beakers yearly of fresh milk afoam,~And of rich olive-oil two 14 V| then voiced the roar~Of Afric lions mourning for thy death.~ 15 I| far.~Ah! shall I ever in aftertime behold~My native bounds— 16 V| marking down the notes; then afterward~Bid you Amyntas match them 17 | against 18 X| you then,~No, nor Aonian Aganippe. Him~Even the laurels and 19 VI| take them thou,~Erst to the aged bard of Ascra given,~Wherewith 20 IV| lambs.~“Such still, such ages weave ye, as ye run,”~Sang 21 III| wood-pigeons build their airy nests.”~Menalcas.~“Ten golden 22 1| Amaryllis, or Menalcas wooed,~Albeit he was so dark, and you 23 VII| Corydon.~“The poplar doth Alcides hold most dear,~The vine 24 VII| was I to do?~No Phyllis or Alcippe left at home~Had I, to shelter 25 V| Phyllis and her loves, or Alcon’s praise,~Or to fling taunts 26 X| hour by hour,~As the green alder shoots in early Spring.~ 27 VIII| oaks bear golden apples, alder-trees~Bloom with narcissus-flower, 28 I| possess these fields~An alien master. Ah! to what a pass~ 29 IX| No, nor Menalcas, were alive today.~Lycidas.~Alack! could 30 | along 31 VI| wine of yesterday. Not far aloof,~Slipped from his head, 32 I| The very vineyards, cried aloud for you.~Tityrus.~What could 33 X| home afar,~Look’st upon Alpine snows and frozen Rhine.~ 34 | although 35 VI| little; and how the earth amazed~Beheld the new sun shining, 36 VIII| tamarisk~Sweat with rich amber, and the screech-owl vie~ 37 III| I not see you, rogue, in ambush lie~For Damon’s goat, while 38 1| milk-pails brim.~I sing as erst Amphion of Circe sang,~What time 39 I| Will still be yours, and ample for your need!~Though, with 40 IV| circling centuries begins anew:~Justice returns, returns 41 VI| with what wings~Hovered in anguish o’er her ancient home?~All 42 VII| Full-length in polished marble, ankle-bound~With purple buskin, shall 43 I| altars smoke.~There instant answer gave he to my suit,~“Feed, 44 VII| they began to sing, voice answering voice~In strains alternate— 45 V| which, howso hard he begged,~Antigenes, then worthy to be loved,~ 46 VII| to thee,~With branching antlers of a sprightly stag,~Young 47 III| Gay Galatea throws an apple at me,~Then hies to the 48 VI| from Olympus, loth at his approach,~Vesper, advancing, bade 49 VI| handle hung a ponderous cup.~Approaching— for the old man many a 50 1| his cattle home~On Attic Aracynthus. Nor am I~So ill to look 51 I| natural bounds,~And these the Arar, those the Tigris drink,~ 52 VII| silent hang.”~Thyrsis.~“Arcadian shepherds, wreathe with 53 X| my toils,~Vouchsafe me, Arethusa! needs must I~Sing a brief 54 IV| Her hero-freight a second Argo bear;~New wars too shall 55 VIII| Orpheus in the forest-glade,~Arion ‘mid his dolphins on the 56 V| festal hour,~From flasks of Ariusian grape will pour~Sweet nectar. 57 X| the stern war-god holds~Armed amid weapons and opposing 58 V| st yoke to Bacchus’ car~Armenian tigresses, lead on the pomp~ 59 IX| night may gather rain~Ere we arrive, then singing let us go,~ 60 1| and hills pour forth his artless strains.~“Cruel Alexis, 61 1| rough~Your dainty lip; such arts as these to learn~What did 62 VI| Erst to the aged bard of Ascra given,~Wherewith in singing 63 VII| shall out-vie.”~Thyrsis.~“Ash in the forest is most beautiful,~ 64 VI| wont to draw~Time-rooted ash-trees from the mountain heights.~ 65 X| Nor of the flock be thou ashamed: even fair~Adonis by the 66 III| you -~The he-goats looked aside— the light nymphs laughed -~ 67 1| or what I am~Care not to ask— how rich in flocks, or 68 V| wolf with treacherous wile assails the flock,~Nor nets the 69 IV| Destiny’s unalterable decree.~Assume thy greatness, for the time 70 IV| poison-plant, and far~And wide Assyrian spices spring. But soon~ 71 VIII| with magic spells to turn astray~My lover’s saner senses, 72 VIII| Is the cold meadow-snake, asunder burst.~“Draw from the town, 73 VII| if to this~We may not all attain, my tuneful pipe~Here on 74 1| call his cattle home~On Attic Aracynthus. Nor am I~So 75 III| you; only let us have~For auditor— or see, to serve our turn,~ 76 IX| arms, my Lycidas,~Our songs avail no more than, as ’tis said,~ 77 VIII| to graze,~The lynx stood awe-struck, and the flowing streams,~ 78 V| yields to you.~But hold awhile, for to the cave we come.~ 79 III| dripping fleece!”~Damoetas.~“Back with the she-goats, Tityrus, 80 V| death.~Daphnis, ’twas thou bad’st yoke to Bacchus’ car~ 81 III| Menalcas.~You shall not balk me now; where’er you bid,~ 82 VI| old man many a time~Had balked them both of a long hoped-for 83 III| too near the brink;~Yon bank is ill to trust to; even 84 I| whiter fall beneath the barber’s blade -~Cast eyes, I say, 85 VIII| scarce had entered, and could barely reach~The brittle boughs. 86 III| goat, while loud Lycisca barked?~And when I cried, “Where 87 VI| Her fair white loins with barking monsters girt~Vexed the 88 V| country lone.~Where the plump barley-grain so oft we sowed,~There but 89 V| There but wild oats and barren darnel spring;~For tender 90 X| And of slim mallow wove a basket fine:~To Gallus ye will 91 1| for you the Nymphs~Bring baskets, see, with lilies brimmed; 92 VI| When I sought to tell~Of battles and of kings, the Cynthian 93 III| Menalcas.~“Who hates not Bavius, let him also love~Thy songs, 94 V| build; and I for thee~Two beakers yearly of fresh milk afoam,~ 95 IV| With foxglove and Egyptian bean-flower mixed,~And laughing-eyed 96 X| woods, rather, with wild beasts to couch,~And bear my doom, 97 IV| worthy of their board or bed.~ 98 V| race adown their bouldered beds.~Menalcas.~First this frail 99 I| Tityrus, ‘neath a broad beech-canopy~Reclining, on the slender 100 III| more priceless far— two beechen cups~By the divine art of 101 IV| the golden race arise,~Befriend him, chaste Lucina; ’tis 102 V| crook, which, howso hard he begged,~Antigenes, then worthy 103 VI| How all that is from these beginnings grew,~And the young world 104 VIII| of ours, nor of our blood begot.~“Begin, my flute, with 105 V| nectar. Therewithal at my behest~Shall Lyctian Aegon and 106 III| come~Where thee he joys beholding; ay, for him~Let honey flow, 107 V| MOPSUS~Menalcas.~Why, Mopsus, being both together met,~You skilled 108 I| Freedom, which, though belated, cast at length~Her eyes 109 VI| wandering foot-prints: him belike~Following the herd, or by 110 V| tender foliage wreathe~The bending spear-wands. As to trees 111 IX| flowers;~Here the white poplar bends above the cave,~And the 112 IX| town,~Or on what errand bent?~Moeris.~O Lycidas,~We have 113 VIII| latest gift,~From dying lips bequeathed thee, see thou keep.~Cease 114 VI| and warned me: “Tityrus,~Beseems a shepherd-wight to feed 115 V| will I, too, in turn, as best I may,~Sing thee a song, 116 VIII| the gods, though little it bestead -~The gods who heard her 117 IX| who with flowering herbs bestrewn the ground,~And o’er the 118 III| own.”~Palaemon.~Not mine betwixt such rivals to decide:~You 119 IX| drinking-pool, and, as you drive,~Beware the he-goat; with his horn 120 X| or Amyntas, or who else,~Bewitch me— what if swart Amyntas 121 III| evil eye my lambkins hath bewitched.”~Damoetas.~“Say in what 122 | beyond 123 IX| are half-way thither, for Bianor’s tomb~Begins to show: here, 124 IV| ancient wrong~Some traces, bidding tempt the deep with ships,~ 125 V| the elder, ’tis for me to bide~Your choice, Menalcas, whether 126 V| So Daphnis to his memory bids be done -~And rear a tomb, 127 VI| theft,~And the Caucasian birds, and told withal~Nigh to 128 III| Prithee, Iollas, for my birthday guest~Send me your Phyllis; 129 III| sweets of love,~Or taste its bitterness. Now, boys, shut off~The 130 VIII| sprinkle meal,~And with bitumen burn the brittle bays.~Me 131 VII| fire~Unstinted, and doors black with ceaseless smoke.~Here 132 I| fall beneath the barber’s blade -~Cast eyes, I say, and, 133 1| and other scented herbs,~Blends them, and sets the tender 134 VII| his tongue~With evil omen blight the coming bard.”~Corydon.~“ 135 I| many a time, but for my blinded sense,~The thunder-stricken 136 VIII| golden apples, alder-trees~Bloom with narcissus-flower, the 137 VI| To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within~The woods to house 138 IV| wild briar shall hang the blushing grape,~And stubborn oaks 139 IV| deem not worthy of their board or bed.~ 140 VI| grove beside~Apollo more may boast him.” Wherefore speak~Of 141 V| in her arms~The hapless body of the son she bare,~To 142 X| bark of the tall elm-tree bole~Of drought is dying, should, 143 I| could I do? how else from bonds be freed,~Or otherwhere 144 III| the flesh to keep their bones together~Some evil eye my 145 1| mingle. Corydon,~You are a boor, nor heeds a whit your gifts~ 146 I| of old, your neighbour’s bordering hedge,~That feasts with 147 IV| of weariness~For thee she bore: O baby-boy, begin!~For 148 VII| ceaseless smoke.~Here heed we Boreas’ icy breath as much~As the 149 1| broiling sun.~Better have borne the petulant proud disdain~ 150 X| art mad?” he cried, “thy bosom’s care~Another love is following.“ 151 VIII| barely reach~The brittle boughs. I looked, and I was lost;~ 152 V| streams that race adown their bouldered beds.~Menalcas.~First this 153 V| set;~And of the wine-god’s bounty above all,~If cold, before 154 VII| statue stand.”~Thyrsis.~“A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these 155 V| And of rich olive-oil two bowls, will set;~And of the wine-god’ 156 1| cicalas shrilling through the brake,~Still track your footprints ‘ 157 VII| Delian Maid, to thee,~With branching antlers of a sprightly stag,~ 158 VI| And stubborn oaks their branchy summits bow.~Not Phoebus 159 V| Prevailed not to obtain— with brass, you see,~And equal knots, 160 III| great Apollo— the whole breadth of heaven~Opens no wider 161 V| together met,~You skilled to breathe upon the slender reeds,~ 162 IV| Saturn’s reign,~With a new breed of men sent down from heaven.~ 163 V| quivers to the changeful breeze,~Or the cave’s shelter. 164 IX| hushed,~And all the murmuring breezes sunk to sleep.~We are half-way 165 IV| golden grow,~From the wild briar shall hang the blushing 166 VIII| bring~Your bride along; now, bridegroom, scatter nuts:~Forsaking 167 1| winter, still my milk-pails brim.~I sing as erst Amphion 168 1| baskets, see, with lilies brimmed; for you,~Plucking pale 169 III| sheep, to tread too near the brink;~Yon bank is ill to trust 170 VII| coming bard.”~Corydon.~“This bristling boar’s head, Delian Maid, 171 I| now must wend our way,~Or Britain, from the whole world sundered 172 1| your footprints ‘neath the broiling sun.~Better have borne the 173 III| these old beeches, when you broke~The bow and arrows of Damon; 174 IX| to the brook-side and the broken crests~Of yonder veteran 175 VIII| your head into the running brook~Fling them, nor look behind: 176 IX| slope descends,~Down to the brook-side and the broken crests~Of 177 VIII| shepherds, and of Pan, who first~Brooked not the tuneful reed should 178 VII| Sardinian, rougher than the broom,~More worthless than strewn 179 VI| singer of songs divine,~Brow-bound with flowers and bitter 180 X| she-goats browse the tender brush.~We sing not to deaf ears; 181 I| fallows, trimmed so fair,~Some brutal soldier will possess these 182 VII| wreathe with ivy-spray~Your budding poet, so that Codrus burst~ 183 III| I shall not shrink,~Nor budge for any man: only do you,~ 184 VII| burning summer, now the buds~Upon the limber vine-shoot ‘ 185 1| the towers her hand hath built,~Us before all things let 186 III| greensward we sit,~And now is burgeoning both field and tree;~Now 187 1| departing sun,~Yet me love burns, for who can limit love?~ 188 I| from afar~Hang from the bushy rock; my songs are sung;~ 189 VII| Thyrsis. Howsoe’er,~I let my business wait upon their sport.~So 190 VII| from yon sacred oak with busy hum~The bees are swarming.” 191 III| Feed ye a bull now ripe to butt with horn,~And scatter with 192 IX| he-goat; with his horn he butts.”~Moeris.~Ay, or to Varus 193 IX| I, but account myself~A cackling goose among melodious swans.~ 194 IX| for look~Where Dionean Caesar’s star comes forth~In heaven, 195 VII| milk, Priapus, and these cakes,~Yearly, it is enough for 196 IV| sire should aid— Orpheus Calliope,~And Linus fair Apollo. 197 VIII| the gathering night that calls her home -~As pines that 198 X| is dying, should, under Cancer’s Sign,~In Aethiopian deserts 199 | cannot 200 I| while, Tityrus, you~Sit careless in the shade, and, at your 201 VIII| gods, nothing for songs cares he.~“Draw from the town, 202 IV| shall pour forth for thee~Caressing flowers. The serpent too 203 VII| If aught for Corydon thou carest, come.”~Thyrsis.~“Now may 204 IX| pluck their fruit.~Time carries all things, even our wits, 205 V| I will essay what late I carved~On a green beech-tree’s 206 IX| thus~Go singing, I will case you of this load.~Moeris.~ 207 1| doth one posy twine -~With cassia then, and other scented 208 VI| her white bull -~Happy if cattle-kind had never been! -~O ill-starred 209 VI| Prometheus’ theft,~And the Caucasian birds, and told withal~Nigh 210 VII| Unstinted, and doors black with ceaseless smoke.~Here heed we Boreas’ 211 VIII| day when I thy deeds may celebrate,~Ever that day when through 212 V| pale olive yields,~As lowly Celtic nard to rose-buds bright,~ 213 IV| majestic roll~Of circling centuries begins anew:~Justice returns, 214 V| Even as to Bacchus and to Ceres, so~To thee the swain his 215 VIII| fast, and say~This is the chain of Venus that I ply.~“Draw 216 X| songs I framed~In verse Chalcidian to the oaten reed~Of the 217 1| would not fear~Daphnis to challenge, though yourself were judge.~ 218 III| singing-bouts~I’ll see you play the challenger no more.~Damoetas.~Out then 219 VI| forest-glades,~If haply there may chance upon mine eyes~The white 220 VI| Young Chromis and Mnasyllos chanced to see~Silenus sleeping, 221 V| shade that quivers to the changeful breeze,~Or the cave’s shelter. 222 X| couch,~And bear my doom, and character my love~Upon the tender 223 IV| race arise,~Befriend him, chaste Lucina; ’tis thine own~Apollo 224 I| folds went forth,~Or rich cheese pressed for the unthankful 225 VI| under some dark ilex now~Chews the pale herbage, or some 226 IV| untilled, pour freely forth~Her childish gifts, the gadding ivy-spray~ 227 VIII| bays.~Scarce had night’s chilly shade forsook the sky~What 228 I| And, see, the farm-roof chimneys smoke afar,~And from the 229 VI| mountains, and how all~The choir of Phoebus rose to greet 230 I| erspread, the pastures all~Be choked with rushy mire, your ewes 231 VI| Maids! Within a cave~Young Chromis and Mnasyllos chanced to 232 1| none beside,~Save hoarse cicalas shrilling through the brake,~ 233 IX| or worthy Varius yet~Or Cinna deem I, but account myself~ 234 IV| and the majestic roll~Of circling centuries begins anew:~Justice 235 I| this as far~Above all other cities rears her head~As cypress 236 I| Tityrus, tell.~Tityrus.~The city, Meliboeus, they call Rome,~ 237 I| Ah! to what a pass~Has civil discord brought our hapless 238 IX| rumour ran,~But ‘mid the clash of arms, my Lycidas,~Our 239 V| When she, his mother, clasping in her arms~The hapless 240 VIII| self-same fire~Harder this clay, this wax the softer grows,~ 241 IX| heard you singing once~On a clear night alone? the notes I 242 IV| with walls, with furrows cleave the earth.~Therewith a second 243 III| Damoetas.~“Say in what clime— and you shall be withal~ 244 IV| his fleece to shine.~While clothed in natural scarlet graze 245 I| you, with me to tend,~On clover-flower, or bitter willows, browse.~ 246 III| facile tool,~Twines over clustering ivy-berries pale.~Two figures, 247 V| Is with the wild vine’s clusters over-laced!~Menalcas.~None 248 1| find~In a steep glen, with coats white-dappled still,~From 249 IV| and see~Heroes with gods commingling, and himself~Be seen of 250 VIII| on this very threshold I commit -~Pledges that bind him 251 III| s sheep, of late by him~Committed to my care.~Menalcas.~O 252 1| have I, of hemlock-stalks compact~In lessening lengths, Damoetas’ 253 I| dogs, and kids their dams,~Comparing small with great; but this 254 I| but marvel more,~Such wide confusion fills the country-side.~ 255 III| ivy-berries pale.~Two figures, one Conon, in the midst he set,~And 256 III| Well, was he~Whom I had conquered still to keep the goat.~ 257 VIII| This ivy-chaplet ‘twixt the conquering bays.~Scarce had night’s 258 X| deserts drive our flocks.~Love conquers all things; yield we too 259 IV| Sang to their spindles the consenting Fates~By Destiny’s unalterable 260 IV| woods,~Woods worthy of a Consul let them be.~Now the last 261 IV| Apollo reigns. And in thy consulate,~This glorious age, O Pollio, 262 I| nor hurt~Through taint contagious of a neighbouring flock.~ 263 1| judge.~Ah! were you but content with me to dwell.~Some lowly 264 IV| Arcady for judge, my claim contest,~With Arcady for judge great 265 I| his song, nor cease their cooings hoarse~The wood-pigeons 266 X| or Amyntas sung.~Here are cool springs, soft mead and grove, 267 IV| loftier task! Not all men love~Coppice or lowly tamarisk: sing 268 IV| slow degrees~With waving corn-crops shall to golden grow,~From 269 X| rather, with wild beasts to couch,~And bear my doom, and character 270 III| Muse, although she be but country-bred,~Is loved by Pollio: O Pierian 271 I| wide confusion fills the country-side.~See, sick at heart I drive 272 VIII| loiterers, stayed their course to hear -~How Damon and 273 III| unhappy flock! while he~Still courts Neaera, fearing lest her 274 IX| lithe vine weaves shadowy covert: come,~Leave the mad waves 275 IX| These fields are mine.” Now, cowed and out of heart,~Since 276 IV| lion have no fear.~Thy very cradle shall pour forth for thee~ 277 VI| doth the rude Parnassian crag~So ravish, nor Orpheus so 278 X| Maenalus, and the flinty crags~Of cold Lycaeus. The sheep 279 1| Corydon, Corydon, what hath crazed your wit?~Your vine half-pruned 280 VIII| around thy temples to let creep~This ivy-chaplet ‘twixt 281 IX| Mantua live -~Mantua to poor Cremona all too near -~Shall singing 282 IX| brook-side and the broken crests~Of yonder veteran beeches, 283 I| steppes, or thy swift flood,~Cretan Oaxes, now must wend our 284 V| While bees on thyme and crickets feed on dew,~Thy name, thy 285 IX| could any of so foul a crime~Be guilty? Ah! how nearly, 286 V| take you~This shepherd’s crook, which, howso hard he begged,~ 287 III| saw them given to the boy,~Cross-grained Menalcas, ay, and had you 288 III| pipe~Wax-welded? in the cross-ways used you not~On grating 289 VI| some heifer tracks~Amid the crowding herd. Now close, ye Nymphs,~ 290 V| As to trees the vine~Is crown of glory, as to vines the 291 X| came, with rural honours crowned;~The flowering fennels and 292 V| come.~Mopsus.~“For Daphnis cruelly slain wept all the Nymphs -~ 293 VIII| bays.~Me Daphnis with his cruelty doth burn,~I to melt cruel 294 VI| solid shape,~Then ‘gan its crust to harden, and in the deep~ 295 I| trunk the raven’s ominous cry.~But who this god of yours? 296 VI| Laughing at their guile,~And crying, “Why tie the fetters? loose 297 1| And the wild boar upon my crystal springs!~Whom do you fly, 298 IV| be.~Now the last age by Cumae’s Sibyl sung~Has come and 299 VI| handle hung a ponderous cup.~Approaching— for the old 300 I| Soft chestnuts, and of curdled milk enow.~And, see, the 301 X| groves, and joy to launch~Cydonian arrows from a Parthian bow. -~ 302 VI| battles and of kings, the Cynthian god~Plucked at mine ear 303 I| cities rears her head~As cypress above pliant osier towers.~ 304 IX| Lycidas.~So may your swarms Cyrnean yew-trees shun,~Your kine 305 1| fear you to make rough~Your dainty lip; such arts as these 306 I| resemble dogs, and kids their dams,~Comparing small with great; 307 V| Alphesiboeus emulate in dance~The dancing Satyrs. This, 308 V| Alphesiboeus emulate in dance~The dancing Satyrs. This, thy service 309 1| infatuate? gods ere now,~And Dardan Paris, have made the woods 310 III| Menalcas.~With thieves so daring, what can masters do?~Did 311 V| but wild oats and barren darnel spring;~For tender violet 312 VII| there in gold.”~Corydon.~“Daughter of Nereus, Galatea mine,~ 313 VI| frenzy caught thy soul~The daughters too of Proetus filled the 314 VIII| Illyrian main,— will ever dawn~That day when I thy deeds 315 V| singing praised.~Menalcas.~“In dazzling sheen with unaccustomed 316 X| tender brush.~We sing not to deaf ears; no word of ours~But 317 V| Mopsus.~Than such a boon~What dearer could I deem? the boy himself~ 318 VIII| that bind him to redeem the debt.~“Draw from the town, my 319 IV| By Destiny’s unalterable decree.~Assume thy greatness, for 320 I| call Rome,~I, simpleton, deemed like this town of ours,~ 321 VIII| and in the coming age~Shy deer and hounds together come 322 IV| virtue is, the plain by slow degrees~With waving corn-crops shall 323 VIII| their birth to thee,~And deign around thy temples to let 324 VIII| flickering flame,~While I delay to fetch them: may the sign~ 325 III| comes unasked to me;~Not Delia to my dogs is better known.”~ 326 VII| This bristling boar’s head, Delian Maid, to thee,~With branching 327 V| south-wind on its way~So much delights me, nor wave-smitten beach,~ 328 1| twice their length with the departing sun,~Yet me love burns, 329 VII| all the grove, and Jupiter~Descend in floods of fertilizing 330 IX| ridge with gentle slope descends,~Down to the brook-side 331 VI| How swift she sought the desert, with what wings~Hovered 332 X| Cancer’s Sign,~In Aethiopian deserts drive our flocks.~Love conquers 333 III| rivals to decide:~You well deserve the heifer, so does he,~ 334 IX| but linger out my heart’s desire:~Now all the deep is into 335 IV| the consenting Fates~By Destiny’s unalterable decree.~Assume 336 V| thyme and crickets feed on dew,~Thy name, thy praise, thine 337 VI| ye Nymphs,~Ye Nymphs of Dicte, close the forest-glades,~ 338 IX| the Signs? for look~Where Dionean Caesar’s star comes forth~ 339 I| to what a pass~Has civil discord brought our hapless folk!~ 340 1| borne the petulant proud disdain~Of Amaryllis, or Menalcas 341 IX| as ’tis said,~Doves of Dodona when an eagle comes.~Nay, 342 | does 343 VIII| that any god~For mortal doings hath regard or care.~“Begin, 344 VI| thy deeds,~And treat of dolorous wars— will rather tune~To 345 VIII| forest-glade,~Arion ‘mid his dolphins on the deep.~“Begin, my 346 X| beasts to couch,~And bear my doom, and character my love~Upon 347 VII| here fire~Unstinted, and doors black with ceaseless smoke.~ 348 X| billows glidest on,~May Doris blend no bitter wave with 349 V| pastured oxen, then no beast~Drank of the river, or would the 350 IX| And o’er the fountains drawn a leafy veil? -~Who sung 351 IV| greatness, for the time draws nigh,~Dear child of gods, 352 X| your own fellowship,~Or dresser of the ripening grape had 353 III| with the milk,~Vainly the dried-up udders shall we wring.”~ 354 III| now~The ram himself, see, dries his dripping fleece!”~Damoetas.~“ 355 IX| having fed,~Drive to the drinking-pool, and, as you drive,~Beware 356 III| himself, see, dries his dripping fleece!”~Damoetas.~“Back 357 X| from the winter-acorns dripping-wet~Menalcas. All with one accord 358 VI| mighty void the seeds were driven~Of earth, air, ocean, and 359 I| hazel-thicket here but now~She dropped her new-yeaned twins on 360 X| the tall elm-tree bole~Of drought is dying, should, under 361 V| cooling streams were none~That drove the pastured oxen, then 362 III| sluices, for the fields have drunk their fill.~ 363 VII| rivers you would ; see run dry.”~Thyrsis.~“The field is 364 VI| monsters girt~Vexed the Dulichian ships, and, in the deep~ 365 1| you but content with me to dwell.~Some lowly cot in the rough 366 X| elder-berry, and with vermilion, dyed.~“Wilt ever make an end?” 367 1| lessening lengths, Damoetas’ dying-gift:~‘Mine once,’ quoth he, ‘ 368 VI| Of such unhallowed union e’er was fain~As with a beast 369 V| Dryad-maidens, thrill with eager joy;~Nor wolf with treacherous 370 IX| Doves of Dodona when an eagle comes.~Nay, had I not, from 371 VI| Cynthian god~Plucked at mine ear and warned me: “Tityrus,~ 372 X| the green alder shoots in early Spring.~Come, let us rise: 373 X| brush.~We sing not to deaf ears; no word of ours~But the 374 I| twas a god vouchsafed~This ease to us, for him a god will 375 X| word of ours~But the woods echo it. What groves or lawns~ 376 X| range~O’er rocks, through echoing groves, and joy to launch~ 377 1| care.~Nor with the reed’s edge fear you to make rough~Your 378 IV| ivy-spray~With foxglove and Egyptian bean-flower mixed,~And laughing-eyed 379 | either 380 V| blend?~Mopsus.~You are the elder, ’tis for me to bide~Your 381 X| with blood-red juice~Of the elder-berry, and with vermilion, dyed.~“ 382 III| Opens no wider than three ells to view.”~Menalcas.~“Say 383 1| half-pruned hangs on the leafy elm;~Why haste you not to weave 384 V| sit down~Here where the elm-trees and the hazels blend?~Mopsus.~ 385 | Elsewhere 386 VIII| home.~Look, look I the very embers of themselves~Have caught 387 III| of Alcimedon~Wrought and embossed, whereon a limber vine,~ 388 V| Damoetas sing,~And Alphesiboeus emulate in dance~The dancing Satyrs. 389 V| praise, thine honour, shall endure.~Even as to Bacchus and 390 IV| vault profound,~All, see, enraptured of the coming time!~Ah! 391 IV| shall begin,~And the months enter on their mighty march.~Under 392 VIII| twelfth year~I scarce had entered, and could barely reach~ 393 VI| So ravish, nor Orpheus so entrance the heights~Of Rhodope or 394 1| Foolish Amyntas heard and envied me.~Ay, and two fawns, I 395 VII| so that Codrus burst~With envy: if he praise beyond my 396 V| with brass, you see,~And equal knots, Menalcas, fashioned 397 VII| grudged the hills~His vine’s o’er-shadowing: should my Phyllis come,~ 398 IX| for the town,~Or on what errand bent?~Moeris.~O Lycidas,~ 399 I| Though, with bare stones o’erspread, the pastures all~Be choked 400 VII| the flock; when Daphnis I espy!~Soon as he saw me, “Hither 401 VI| home?~All that, of old, Eurotas, happy stream,~Heard, as 402 X| having fed your fill -~Eve’s star is rising-go, my 403 VIII| Forsaking Oeta mounts the evening star!~“Begin, my flute, 404 V| in fame~Am to the stars exalted, guardian once~Of a fair 405 X| Menalcas. All with one accord exclaim:~“From whence this love 406 I| bounds, even now depart.~Exiled from home am I; while, Tityrus, 407 V| Daphnis— Daphnis to the stars extol,~For me too Daphnis loved.~ 408 III| bones together~Some evil eye my lambkins hath bewitched.”~ 409 IX| failing Moeris now;~The wolves eyed Moeris first: but at your 410 III| round them by the graver’s facile tool,~Twines over clustering 411 I| heart his face and memory fade.~Meliboeus.~But we far hence, 412 IX| fled,~And even his voice is failing Moeris now;~The wolves eyed 413 VI| unhallowed union e’er was fain~As with a beast to mate, 414 VII| grass-blades thirst to death~In the faint air; Liber hath grudged 415 VII| more white than swans,~Fairer than ivy pale, soon as the 416 VIII| Fooled by vain passion for a faithless bride,~For Nysa, and with 417 I| Where I was king? These fallows, trimmed so fair,~Some brutal 418 VIII| lovers still~By their own fancies fooled?~Give o’er, my songs,~ 419 III| said,~‘My beautiful Iollas, fare you well.’”~Damoetas.~“Fell 420 IX| interloper own our little farm,~And say, “Be off, you former 421 I| milk enow.~And, see, the farm-roof chimneys smoke afar,~And 422 V| And equal knots, Menalcas, fashioned fair!~ 423 VI| a shepherd-wight to feed fat sheep,~But sing a slender 424 III| How lean my bull amid the fattening vetch!~Alack! alack! for 425 VI| things of the wood,~With Fauns in sportive frolic beat 426 1| and envied me.~Ay, and two fawns, I risked my neck to find~ 427 III| he~Still courts Neaera, fearing lest her choice~Should fall 428 VI| limbs of Tereus— what a feast,~What gifts, to him by Philomel 429 I| s bordering hedge,~That feasts with willow-flower the Hybla 430 III| to the milking-pail, and feeds withal~Two young ones at 431 VI| filled the fields~With their feigned lowings, yet no one of them~ 432 III| fare you well.’”~Damoetas.~“Fell as the wolf is to the folded 433 X| would that I, of your own fellowship,~Or dresser of the ripening 434 VII| while from the frost I fend~My tender myrtles, the he-goat 435 1| narcissus flower~And fragrant fennel, doth one posy twine -~With 436 X| honours crowned;~The flowering fennels and tall lilies shook~Before 437 VII| Jupiter~Descend in floods of fertilizing rain.”~Corydon.~“The poplar 438 V| harvest-time, to glad the festal hour,~From flasks of Ariusian 439 IX| left, cut short~The rising feud, nor I, your Moeris here,~ 440 VII| Hath not a year out-lasted! Fie for shame!~Go home, my cattle, 441 III| clustering ivy-berries pale.~Two figures, one Conon, in the midst 442 IX| Who sung the stave I filched from you that day~To Amaryllis 443 III| their udders, from the flock~Filching the life-juice, from the 444 III| Jove the Muse began; Jove filleth all,~Makes the earth fruitful, 445 I| more,~Such wide confusion fills the country-side.~See, sick 446 X| slim mallow wove a basket fine:~To Gallus ye will magnify 447 VII| garden, poplar by the stream,~Fir on the mountain-height; 448 X| Such as Lycoris’ self may fitly read.~Who would not sing 449 VIII| altar with a flickering flame,~While I delay to fetch 450 V| glad the festal hour,~From flasks of Ariusian grape will pour~ 451 X| suffered, while, hard by,~The flat-nosed she-goats browse the tender 452 IX| songs are from my memory fled,~And even his voice is failing 453 III| cause -~Scarce have the flesh to keep their bones together~ 454 VIII| caught the altar with a flickering flame,~While I delay to 455 I| new-yeaned twins on the bare flint,~Hope of the flock— an ill, 456 X| pine-clad Maenalus, and the flinty crags~Of cold Lycaeus. The 457 I| Scythian steppes, or thy swift flood,~Cretan Oaxes, now must 458 VII| and Jupiter~Descend in floods of fertilizing rain.”~Corydon.~“ 459 III| beholding; ay, for him~Let honey flow, the thorn-bush spices bear.”~ 460 VIII| stood awe-struck, and the flowing streams,~Unwonted loiterers, 461 IV| ram himself,~Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint~ 462 VI| to see~Silenus sleeping, flushed, as was his wont,~With wine 463 X| of my love, one day, your flutes should tell!~And would that 464 III| scatter with his hooves the flying sand.”~Damoetas.~“Who loves 465 I| with young~By no strange fodder will be tried, nor hurt~ 466 X| amid weapons and opposing foes.~Whilst thou— Ah! might 467 IV| Pan himself~Should own him foiled, and from the field retire.~ 468 VI| sheep, and pen them in the fold.~ 469 III| Fell as the wolf is to the folded flock,~Rain to ripe corn, 470 V| revellers, and with tender foliage wreathe~The bending spear-wands. 471 I| discord brought our hapless folk!~For such as these, then, 472 1| yours, as heir to own.’~Foolish Amyntas heard and envied 473 VI| The white bull’s wandering foot-prints: him belike~Following the 474 X| shepherd too, and swine-herd footing slow,~And, from the winter-acorns 475 1| brake,~Still track your footprints ‘neath the broiling sun.~ 476 III| in the grass.”~Menalcas.~“Forbear, my sheep, to tread too 477 VI| many a time~On her smooth forehead she had sought for horns,~ 478 VI| Phoebus, than the page~Where, foremost writ, the name of Varus 479 VII| fair Lycidas, to thee~Both forest-ash, and garden-pine should 480 VIII| Orpheus, Orpheus in the forest-glade,~Arion ‘mid his dolphins 481 III| the heat,~As late it did, forestall us with the milk,~Vainly 482 III| Orpheus in the midst,~The forests following in his wake; nor 483 I| The thunder-stricken oak foretold, oft too~From hollow trunk 484 VIII| strains~The heifer wondering forgot to graze,~The lynx stood 485 | former 486 VIII| bridegroom, scatter nuts:~Forsaking Oeta mounts the evening 487 VIII| had night’s chilly shade forsook the sky~What time to nibbling 488 VI| Another meed for her” —forthwith began.~Then might you see 489 IX| and out of heart,~Since Fortune turns the whole world upside 490 IX| Alack! could any of so foul a crime~Be guilty? Ah! how 491 VI| told withal~Nigh to what fountain by his comrades left~The 492 V| to thine own. Lo! altars four,~Twain to thee, Daphnis, 493 III| ay, and therewithal~Yoke foxes to his car, and he-goats 494 1| of narcissus flower~And fragrant fennel, doth one posy twine -~ 495 V| beds.~Menalcas.~First this frail hemlock-stalk to you I give,~ 496 X| depart, re-tune the songs I framed~In verse Chalcidian to the 497 VIII| thereon~Rich vervain and male frankincense, that I~May strive with 498 I| how else from bonds be freed,~Or otherwhere find gods 499 IV| the earth, untilled, pour freely forth~Her childish gifts, 500 V| thee~Two beakers yearly of fresh milk afoam,~And of rich