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501 VI| With Fauns in sportive frolic beat the time,~And stubborn 502 X| st upon Alpine snows and frozen Rhine.~Ah! may the frost 503 VII| lie strewn their several fruits,~Now the whole world is 504 VIII| herbs abound.~With these full oft have I seen Moeris change~ 505 VII| offers: if his luck but hold,~Full-length in polished marble, ankle-bound~ 506 VII| number of the flock,~Or furious rivers their restraining 507 IV| Her childish gifts, the gadding ivy-spray~With foxglove 508 VI| her neck had feared the galling plough.~O ill-starred maid! 509 VIII| brought forth the boy,~Or Garamantes in earth’s utmost bounds -~ 510 VII| most beautiful,~Pine in the garden, poplar by the stream,~Fir 511 VII| thee~Both forest-ash, and garden-pine should bow.”~Meliboeus.~ 512 1| savoury herbs,~Wild thyme and garlic. I, with none beside,~Save 513 V| stands rapt before Olympus’ gate,~And sees beneath his feet 514 VII| Thyrsis and Corydon~Had gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the 515 VIII| love-lorn,~Nor marks the gathering night that calls her home -~ 516 I| smoke.~There instant answer gave he to my suit,~“Feed, as 517 III| hyacinths, I keep.”~Damoetas.~“Gay Galatea throws an apple 518 IX| Moeris.~“Why, Daphnis, upward gazing, do you mark~The ancient 519 VIII| the light,~Bring in the genial day, while I make moan~Fooled 520 I| leave naked on the strand,~Germans and Parthians shift their 521 VII| Upon the limber vine-shoot ‘gin to swell.”~Thyrsis.~“Here 522 VIII| Hylax on the threshold ‘gins to bark!~May we believe 523 IV| tempt the deep with ships,~Gird towns with walls, with furrows 524 VI| loins with barking monsters girt~Vexed the Dulichian ships, 525 V| shade~At harvest-time, to glad the festal hour,~From flasks 526 IX| comes forth~In heaven, to gladden all the fields with corn,~ 527 V| stars up-toss~Voices of gladness; ay, the very rocks,~The 528 IV| all things bear alike: the glebe no more~Shall feel the harrow’ 529 1| neck to find~In a steep glen, with coats white-dappled 530 X| Beneath Sicanian billows glidest on,~May Doris blend no bitter 531 IV| And in thy consulate,~This glorious age, O Pollio, shall begin,~ 532 IX| play~Amid the waves? Here glows the Spring, here earth~Beside 533 VII| be filled,stand there in gold.”~Corydon.~“Daughter of 534 V| Menalcas.~Do you first begin,~Good Mopsus, whether minded to 535 IX| account myself~A cackling goose among melodious swans.~Moeris.~’ 536 VI| Some kine may guide to the Gortynian stalls.~Then sings he of 537 I| furrows sown!~Now, Meliboeus, graft your pears, now set~Your 538 VII| are my heart’s delight,~Grant me, as doth my Codrus, so 539 V| the river, or would the grass-blade touch.~Nay, the wild rocks 540 VII| The field is parched, the grass-blades thirst to death~In the faint 541 III| cross-ways used you not~On grating straw some miserable tune~ 542 III| Wreathed round them by the graver’s facile tool,~Twines over 543 IV| unalterable decree.~Assume thy greatness, for the time draws nigh,~ 544 III| Say on then, since on the greensward we sit,~And now is burgeoning 545 VI| is from these beginnings grew,~And the young world itself 546 X| god soften at a mortal’s grief!~Now neither Hamadryads, 547 VIII| soon shall we see mate~Griffins with mares, and in the coming 548 1| let the woods delight.~The grim-eyed lioness pursues the wolf,~ 549 IV| Shall feel the harrow’s grip, nor vine the hook;~The 550 I| songs I will.~Meliboeus.~I grudge you not the boon, but marvel 551 VII| the faint air; Liber hath grudged the hills~His vine’s o’er-shadowing: 552 VI| With these the birth of the Grynean grove~Be voiced by thee, 553 III| while you hunt the boar, I guard the nets.”~Damoetas.~“Prithee, 554 III| Iollas, for my birthday guest~Send me your Phyllis; when 555 IV| mighty march.~Under thy guidance, whatso tracks remain~Of 556 VI| temples. Laughing at their guile,~And crying, “Why tie the 557 IX| any of so foul a crime~Be guilty? Ah! how nearly, thyself,~ 558 IX| Moeris.~Ay, or to Varus that half-finished lay,~“Varus, thy name, so 559 VI| Naiad-band,~Aegle came up to the half-frightened boys,~Came, and, as now 560 1| crazed your wit?~Your vine half-pruned hangs on the leafy elm;~ 561 IX| breezes sunk to sleep.~We are half-way thither, for Bianor’s tomb~ 562 V| lustral rites~The fields we hallow. Long as the wild boar~Shall 563 I| mid familiar streams~And hallowed springs, will court the 564 X| mortal’s grief!~Now neither Hamadryads, no, nor songs~Delight me 565 VI| lay, and there~By its worn handle hung a ponderous cup.~Approaching— 566 III| pair of cups, and round the handles wreathed~Pliant acanthus, 567 I| whom~You left the apples hanging on the trees;~’Twas Tityrus 568 1| wit?~Your vine half-pruned hangs on the leafy elm;~Why haste 569 VI| close the forest-glades,~If haply there may chance upon mine 570 VI| Then ‘gan its crust to harden, and in the deep~Shut Nereus 571 VIII| kindling of the self-same fire~Harder this clay, this wax the 572 IV| glebe no more~Shall feel the harrow’s grip, nor vine the hook;~ 573 III| a father and a step-dame harsh,~And twice a day both reckon 574 I| native bounds— see many a harvest hence~With ravished eyes 575 V| hearth, or in the shade~At harvest-time, to glad the festal hour,~ 576 | hast 577 III| spices bear.”~Menalcas.~“Who hates not Bavius, let him also 578 VII| loves,~Myrtle nor bay the hazel shall out-vie.”~Thyrsis.~“ 579 I| scarce can lead:~For ‘mid the hazel-thicket here but now~She dropped 580 VIII| Of yon aerial rock will headlong plunge~Into the billows: 581 V| prickly thorn uprear their heads.~Now, O ye shepherds, strew 582 VIII| pine, and I not care to heal.~“Draw from the town, my 583 X| if my madness could find healing thus,~Or that god soften 584 VIII| whispering pines, and ever hears the songs~Of love-lorn shepherds, 585 IX| To Amaryllis wending, our hearts’ joy? -~“While I am gone, ’ 586 X| mid-frost should drink of Hebrus’ stream,~And in wet winters 587 I| your neighbour’s bordering hedge,~That feasts with willow-flower 588 VIII| gods who heard her vows and heeded not.~“Begin, my flute, with 589 1| quoth he, ‘now yours, as heir to own.’~Foolish Amyntas 590 X| it. What groves or lawns~Held you, ye Dryad-maidens, when 591 X| frost so cold~But I will hem with hounds thy forest-glades,~ 592 V| Menalcas.~First this frail hemlock-stalk to you I give,~Which taught 593 1| he not?~A pipe have I, of hemlock-stalks compact~In lessening lengths, 594 VIII| Damon.~“Rise, Lucifer, and, heralding the light,~Bring in the 595 VII| bitter to your taste~Than herb Sardinian, rougher than 596 VI| ilex now~Chews the pale herbage, or some heifer tracks~Amid 597 III| vetch!~Alack! alack! for herdsman and for herd!~It is the 598 IV| Tiphys shall there be,~Her hero-freight a second Argo bear;~New 599 | herself 600 VI| wonder-struck~With the apples of the Hesperids, and then~With moss-bound, 601 III| together, Tityrus,”~You hid behind the sedges.~Damoetas.~ 602 VIII| change~To a wolf’s form, and hide him in the woods,~Oft summon 603 1| shade~And the green lizard hides him in the thorn:~Now for 604 III| throws an apple at me,~Then hies to the willows, hoping to 605 IX| from off the plain,~And the high ridge with gentle slope 606 VI| Fall, as the clouds soared higher, what time the woods~‘Gan 607 VII| if fair~Alexis from these hill-slopes should away,~Even the rivers 608 IX| here, Moeris, where the hinds~Are lopping the thick leafage, 609 III| Should fall on me, this hireling shepherd here~Wrings hourly 610 1| Quinces all silvered-o’er with hoary down,~Chestnuts, which Amaryllis 611 X| love of the stern war-god holds~Armed amid weapons and opposing 612 X| sicken too~In shade. Now homeward, having fed your fill -~ 613 III| beholding; ay, for him~Let honey flow, the thorn-bush spices 614 IV| And stubborn oaks sweat honey-dew. Nathless~Yet shall there 615 X| Silvanus came, with rural honours crowned;~The flowering fennels 616 III| horn,~And scatter with his hooves the flying sand.”~Damoetas.~“ 617 VI| balked them both of a long hoped-for song -~Garlands to fetters 618 III| Then hies to the willows, hoping to be seen.”~Menalcas.~“ 619 VI| forehead she had sought for horns,~And for her neck had feared 620 III| hireling shepherd here~Wrings hourly twice their udders, from 621 VI| blushed within~The woods to house her. When I sought to tell~ 622 VI| desert, with what wings~Hovered in anguish o’er her ancient 623 V| shepherd’s crook, which, howso hard he begged,~Antigenes, 624 VII| Twixt Corydon and Thyrsis. Howsoe’er,~I let my business wait 625 VII| yon sacred oak with busy hum~The bees are swarming.” 626 VIII| with singing changed from human form~The comrades of Ulysses, 627 VI| there~By its worn handle hung a ponderous cup.~Approaching— 628 IX| say, “Be off, you former husbandmen!~These fields are mine.” 629 IX| the deep is into silence hushed,~And all the murmuring breezes 630 I| feasts with willow-flower the Hybla bees,~Shall oft with gentle 631 VII| Galatea mine,~Sweeter than Hybla-thyme, more white than swans,~ 632 VIII| must mean, for sure,~And Hylax on the threshold ‘gins to 633 VII| hold most dear,~The vine Iacchus, Phoebus his own bays,~And 634 X| may the sharp~And jagged ice not wound thy tender feet!~ 635 VII| smoke.~Here heed we Boreas’ icy breath as much~As the wolf 636 1| ECLOGUE II~ALEXIS~The shepherd Corydon 637 III| ECLOGUE III~MENALCAS, DAMOETAS, PALAEMON~ 638 VI| Reposing, under some dark ilex now~Chews the pale herbage, 639 IX| had I not, from hollow ilex-bole~Warned by a raven on the 640 VII| Daphnis beneath a rustling ilex-tree~Had sat him down; Thyrsis 641 VIII| dost skirt the shore~Of the Illyrian main,— will ever dawn~That 642 VIII| Around these altars do thine image bear:~Uneven numbers are 643 VIII| offspring’s blood her hands to imbrue:~Mother, thou too wert cruel; 644 1| for you; which Thestilis~Implores me oft to let her lead away;~ 645 1| springs!~Whom do you fly, infatuate? gods ere now,~And Dardan 646 IV| thy father’s deeds, and inly learn~What virtue is, the 647 I| days my altars smoke.~There instant answer gave he to my suit,~“ 648 IX| never yet we feared,~An interloper own our little farm,~And 649 IV| boy’s birth in whom~The iron shall cease, the golden 650 VI| the heights~Of Rhodope or Ismarus: for he sang~How through 651 | itself 652 IV| ECLOGUE IV~POLLIO~Muses of Sicily, 653 VII| than swans,~Fairer than ivy pale, soon as the steers~ 654 III| Twines over clustering ivy-berries pale.~Two figures, one Conon, 655 VIII| temples to let creep~This ivy-chaplet ‘twixt the conquering bays.~ 656 IX| ECLOGUE IX~LYCIDAS, MOERIS~Lycidas.~ 657 X| thee, may the sharp~And jagged ice not wound thy tender 658 III| not so ready with your jeers at men!~We know who once, 659 1| taught reed with reed to join;~For sheep alike and shepherd 660 III| thither come~Where thee he joys beholding; ay, for him~Let 661 X| is the shade~Cast by the juniper, crops sicken too~In shade. 662 VII| restraining banks.”~Corydon.~“The junipers and prickly chestnuts stand,~ 663 VII| will be all the grove, and Jupiter~Descend in floods of fertilizing 664 IV| circling centuries begins anew:~Justice returns, returns old Saturn’ 665 X| Mount Maenalus,~Or hunt the keen wild boar. No frost so cold~ 666 VIII| earth’s utmost bounds -~No kin of ours, nor of our blood 667 VIII| Daphnis home.~As by the kindling of the self-same fire~Harder 668 I| turf-roofed cot~Where I was king? These fallows, trimmed 669 III| Delia to my dogs is better known.”~Damoetas.~“Gifts for my 670 VIII| senses, whereunto~There lacketh nothing save the power of 671 I| unthankful town,~Never with laden hands returned I home.~Meliboeus.~ 672 X| Reclining would my love have lain with me,~Phyllis plucked 673 I| and from my folds a tender lamb~Oft with its life-blood 674 VII| marble, if the flock~At lambing time be filled,stand there 675 III| together~Some evil eye my lambkins hath bewitched.”~Damoetas.~“ 676 I| see,~My kine may roam at large, and I myself~Play on my 677 | last 678 1| am I~So ill to look on: lately on the beach~I saw myself, 679 VI| there will not who would laud thy deeds,~And treat of 680 III| aside— the light nymphs laughed -~Menalcas.~Ay, then, I 681 VI| Both brow and temples. Laughing at their guile,~And crying, “ 682 IV| Egyptian bean-flower mixed,~And laughing-eyed acanthus. Of themselves,~ 683 X| echoing groves, and joy to launch~Cydonian arrows from a Parthian 684 X| echo it. What groves or lawns~Held you, ye Dryad-maidens, 685 VII| mountain-height; but if more oft~Thou’ldst come to me, fair Lycidas, 686 I| lull to sleep,~While the leaf-dresser beneath some tall rock~Uplifts 687 IX| hinds~Are lopping the thick leafage, let us sing.~Set down the 688 III| we wring.”~Damoetas.~“How lean my bull amid the fattening 689 VIII| shepherd-staff~Of olive leaning, Damon thus began.~Damon.~“ 690 I| from the hills the shadows lengthening fall!~ 691 1| hemlock-stalks compact~In lessening lengths, Damoetas’ dying-gift:~‘ 692 1| hemlock-stalks compact~In lessening lengths, Damoetas’ dying-gift:~‘ 693 VII| death~In the faint air; Liber hath grudged the hills~His 694 VII| Thyrsis in reply.~Corydon.~“Libethrian Nymphs, who are my heart’ 695 I| we far hence, to burning Libya some,~Some to the Scythian 696 IV| fear.~He shall receive the life of gods, and see~Heroes 697 I| tender lamb~Oft with its life-blood shall his altar stain.~His 698 III| from the flock~Filching the life-juice, from the lambs their milk.~ 699 IX| singing let us go,~Our way to lighten; and, that we may thus~Go 700 1| love burns, for who can limit love?~Ah! Corydon, Corydon, 701 IX| Lycidas.~Your pleas but linger out my heart’s desire:~Now 702 III| wept to see me go,~And, lingering on the word, ‘farewell’ 703 IV| afield~Shall of the monstrous lion have no fear.~Thy very cradle 704 1| woods delight.~The grim-eyed lioness pursues the wolf,~The wolf 705 V| voiced the roar~Of Afric lions mourning for thy death.~ 706 VIII| latest gift,~From dying lips bequeathed thee, see thou 707 VI| earth, air, ocean, and of liquid fire,~How all that is from 708 VI| think you had the power;~Now list the songs you wish for— 709 IX| name, so still our Mantua live -~Mantua to poor Cremona 710 IX| Moeris.~O Lycidas,~We have lived to see, what never yet we 711 X| Lycoris;~Here might our lives with time have worn away.~ 712 VI| Gan first to rise, and living things to roam~Scattered 713 1| cooling shade~And the green lizard hides him in the thorn:~ 714 V| Propitious to thine own. Lo! altars four,~Twain to thee, 715 IX| I will case you of this load.~Moeris.~Cease, boy, and 716 VIII| Thou scornest, and with loathing dost behold~My shepherd’ 717 IV| essay we now~A somewhat loftier task! Not all men love~Coppice 718 VII| is a hearth, and resinous logs, here fire~Unstinted, and 719 VI| tis said,~Her fair white loins with barking monsters girt~ 720 VIII| flowing streams,~Unwonted loiterers, stayed their course to 721 V| Apollo, left the country lone.~Where the plump barley-grain 722 X| outstretched beneath a lonely rock,~Wept pine-clad Maenalus, 723 1| each led on~By their own longing. See, the ox comes home~ 724 1| brought upon my head! -~Loosed on the flowers Siroces to 725 IX| Moeris, where the hinds~Are lopping the thick leafage, let us 726 VII| myrtles, the he-goat himself,~Lord of the flock; when Daphnis 727 X| Love all unworthy of a loss so dear -~Gallus lay dying? 728 VIII| boughs. I looked, and I was lost;~A sudden frenzy swept my 729 III| For Damon’s goat, while loud Lycisca barked?~And when 730 VIII| spells to turn astray~My lover’s saner senses, whereunto~ 731 V| nets the stag: kind Daphnis loveth peace.~The unshorn mountains 732 VI| fields~With their feigned lowings, yet no one of them~Of such 733 VIII| thus began.~Damon.~“Rise, Lucifer, and, heralding the light,~ 734 IV| arise,~Befriend him, chaste Lucina; ’tis thine own~Apollo reigns. 735 VIII| them: may the sign~Prove lucky! something it must mean, 736 I| Shall oft with gentle murmur lull to sleep,~While the leaf-dresser 737 VI| herd, or by green pasture lured,~Some kine may guide to 738 IV| Nathless~Yet shall there lurk within of ancient wrong~ 739 III| gone!~There’s a cold adder lurking in the grass.”~Menalcas.~“ 740 V| yearly vows, and when with lustral rites~The fields we hallow. 741 X| the flinty crags~Of cold Lycaeus. The sheep too stood around -~ 742 III| Damon’s goat, while loud Lycisca barked?~And when I cried, “ 743 V| Therewithal at my behest~Shall Lyctian Aegon and Damoetas sing,~ 744 VIII| wondering forgot to graze,~The lynx stood awe-struck, and the 745 VI| as Apollo mused upon the lyre,~And bade his laurels learn, 746 X| Parthian bow. -~As if my madness could find healing thus,~ 747 III| him also love~Thy songs, O Maevius, ay, and therewithal~Yoke 748 VIII| that I~May strive with magic spells to turn astray~My 749 X| fine:~To Gallus ye will magnify their worth,~Gallus, for 750 VIII| the shore~Of the Illyrian main,— will ever dawn~That day 751 IV| Has come and gone, and the majestic roll~Of circling centuries 752 | Makes 753 VIII| thereon~Rich vervain and male frankincense, that I~May 754 X| while he sat,~And of slim mallow wove a basket fine:~To Gallus 755 III| straw some miserable tune~To mangle?~Damoetas.~Well, then, shall 756 IV| months enter on their mighty march.~Under thy guidance, whatso 757 VIII| we see mate~Griffins with mares, and in the coming age~Shy 758 1| hyacinth off~With yellow marigold. I too will pick~Quinces 759 IV| thee man,~No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark~ 760 IX| Daphnis, upward gazing, do you mark~The ancient risings of the 761 V| rind, playing by turns,~And marking down the notes; then afterward~ 762 VIII| a stream, love-lorn,~Nor marks the gathering night that 763 I| grudge you not the boon, but marvel more,~Such wide confusion 764 III| thieves so daring, what can masters do?~Did I not see you, rogue, 765 III| to them, but lay them by.~Matched with a heifer, who would 766 VII| new-weaned lambs,~And no slight matter was a singing-bout~‘Twixt 767 III| skill -~For it is no slight matter-play your part.~Palaemon.~Say 768 X| Here are cool springs, soft mead and grove, Lycoris;~Here 769 VIII| and by song~Is the cold meadow-snake, asunder burst.~“Draw from 770 VIII| love may Daphnis; sprinkle meal,~And with bitumen burn the 771 VIII| lucky! something it must mean, for sure,~And Hylax on 772 | meanwhile 773 IV| be sent.~Then, when the mellowing years have made thee man,~ 774 IX| myself~A cackling goose among melodious swans.~Moeris.~’Twas in 775 VIII| cruelty doth burn,~I to melt cruel Daphnis burn this 776 1| spent,~Pounds Thestilis her mess of savoury herbs,~Wild thyme 777 V| Mopsus, being both together met,~You skilled to breathe 778 X| forest-glades,~Parthenius. Even now, methinks, I range~O’er rocks, through 779 X| him; not though we~In the mid-frost should drink of Hebrus’ 780 VIII| Yea, be the whole earth to mid-ocean turned!~Farewell, ye woodlands 781 1| Summer or winter, still my milk-pails brim.~I sing as erst Amphion 782 III| day she comes~Twice to the milking-pail, and feeds withal~Two young 783 VII| Untended come to drink. Here Mincius hath~With tender rushes 784 1| near,~For so your sweets ye mingle. Corydon,~You are a boor, 785 I| all~Be choked with rushy mire, your ewes with young~By 786 1| stilled the sea,~And, if that mirror lie not, would not fear~ 787 III| had you not~Done him some mischief, would have chafed to death.~ 788 III| not~On grating straw some miserable tune~To mangle?~Damoetas.~ 789 1| day. Alack! alack!~What misery have I brought upon my head! -~ 790 IV| and Egyptian bean-flower mixed,~And laughing-eyed acanthus. 791 VI| a cave~Young Chromis and Mnasyllos chanced to see~Silenus sleeping, 792 VIII| genial day, while I make moan~Fooled by vain passion for 793 I| delight,~Nor doves their moaning in the elm-tree top.~Tityrus.~ 794 III| is to me.”~Menalcas.~“As moisture to the corn, to ewes with 795 VI| white loins with barking monsters girt~Vexed the Dulichian 796 IV| flocks afield~Shall of the monstrous lion have no fear.~Thy very 797 VI| Thalia stooped in sportive mood~To Syracusan strains, nor 798 VIII| home.~Songs can the very moon draw down from heaven~Circe 799 VI| Hesperids, and then~With moss-bound, bitter bark rings round 800 VII| grazing go!”~Corydon.~“Ye mossy springs, and grass more 801 VI| deep~Shut Nereus off, and mould the forms of things~Little 802 X| with the Nymphs will haunt Mount Maenalus,~Or hunt the keen 803 VI| Time-rooted ash-trees from the mountain heights.~With these the 804 VII| by the stream,~Fir on the mountain-height; but if more oft~Thou’ldst 805 V| wild boar~Shall love the mountain-heights, and fish the streams,~While 806 VIII| scatter nuts:~Forsaking Oeta mounts the evening star!~“Begin, 807 V| the roar~Of Afric lions mourning for thy death.~Daphnis, ’ 808 1| the thorn:~Now for tired mowers, with the fierce heat spent,~ 809 VI| With juice of blood-red mulberries smeared him o’er,~Both brow 810 I| bees,~Shall oft with gentle murmur lull to sleep,~While the 811 VI| stream,~Heard, as Apollo mused upon the lyre,~And bade 812 1| poppy-heads,~Now the fair Naiad, of narcissus flower~And 813 VI| Then Aegle, fairest of the Naiad-band,~Aegle came up to the half-frightened 814 I| The seas their fish leave naked on the strand,~Germans and 815 III| such flowers as bear~The names of kings upon their petals 816 VIII| alder-trees~Bloom with narcissus-flower, the tamarisk~Sweat with 817 V| yields,~As lowly Celtic nard to rose-buds bright,~So, 818 IV| stubborn oaks sweat honey-dew. Nathless~Yet shall there lurk within 819 I| ever in aftertime behold~My native bounds— see many a harvest 820 III| flock! while he~Still courts Neaera, fearing lest her choice~ 821 IX| crime~Be guilty? Ah! how nearly, thyself,~Reft was the solace 822 V| Ariusian grape will pour~Sweet nectar. Therewithal at my behest~ 823 X| Vouchsafe me, Arethusa! needs must I~Sing a brief song 824 I| Through taint contagious of a neighbouring flock.~Happy old man, who ‘ 825 III| wood-pigeons build their airy nests.”~Menalcas.~“Ten golden 826 IV| Shall free the earth from never-ceasing fear.~He shall receive the 827 VII| home~Had I, to shelter my new-weaned lambs,~And no slight matter 828 I| but now~She dropped her new-yeaned twins on the bare flint,~ 829 VIII| forsook the sky~What time to nibbling sheep the dewy grass~Tastes 830 VI| speak~Of Scylla, child of Nisus, who, ’tis said,~Her fair 831 VII| much~As the wolf heeds the number of the flock,~Or furious 832 VIII| thine image bear:~Uneven numbers are the god’s delight.~“ 833 VIII| now, bridegroom, scatter nuts:~Forsaking Oeta mounts the 834 I| Reclining, on the slender oat rehearse~Your silvan ditties: 835 V| we sowed,~There but wild oats and barren darnel spring;~ 836 I| thy swift flood,~Cretan Oaxes, now must wend our way,~ 837 V| loved,~Prevailed not to obtain— with brass, you see,~And 838 VIII| scatter nuts:~Forsaking Oeta mounts the evening star!~“ 839 VII| sprightly stag,~Young Micon offers: if his luck but hold,~Full-length 840 VIII| mother’s heart~With her own offspring’s blood her hands to imbrue:~ 841 V| milk afoam,~And of rich olive-oil two bowls, will set;~And 842 VII| lest his tongue~With evil omen blight the coming bard.”~ 843 I| hollow trunk the raven’s ominous cry.~But who this god of 844 III| and feeds withal~Two young ones at her udder: say you now~ 845 VI| Came, and, as now with open eyes he lay,~With juice 846 III| whole breadth of heaven~Opens no wider than three ells 847 X| holds~Armed amid weapons and opposing foes.~Whilst thou— Ah! might 848 IV| it totters— the world’s orbed might,~Earth, and wide ocean, 849 VIII| with your mother, in our orchard-garth,~A little maid I saw you— 850 I| pears, now set~Your vines in order! Go, once happy flock,~My 851 1| the stags, or with green osier-wand~Round up the straggling 852 I| from bonds be freed,~Or otherwhere find gods so nigh to aid?~ 853 VII| if today~Hath not a year out-lasted! Fie for shame!~Go home, 854 III| was mine.~Menalcas.~You out-pipe him? when had you ever pipe~ 855 VII| nor bay the hazel shall out-vie.”~Thyrsis.~“Ash in the forest 856 X| tamarisks wept;~For him, outstretched beneath a lonely rock,~Wept 857 V| the wild vine’s clusters over-laced!~Menalcas.~None but Amyntas 858 VIII| Take thou these songs that owe their birth to thee,~And 859 1| their own longing. See, the ox comes home~With plough up-tilted, 860 V| That drove the pastured oxen, then no beast~Drank of 861 III| wrought the same Alcimedon~A pair of cups, and round the handles 862 V| Fates took thee hence, then Pales’ self,~And even Apollo, 863 1| the woods their home.~Let Pallas keep the towers her hand 864 IX| this I could recall— no paltry song:~“Come, Galatea, what 865 VII| Thyrsis.~“The field is parched, the grass-blades thirst 866 IV| begin!~For him, on whom his parents have not smiled,~Gods deem 867 1| gods ere now,~And Dardan Paris, have made the woods their 868 VI| Not Phoebus doth the rude Parnassian crag~So ravish, nor Orpheus 869 X| the slopes~Of Pindus or Parnassus stay you then,~No, nor Aonian 870 VI| with flowers and bitter parsley, spake:~“These reeds the 871 III| slight matter-play your part.~Palaemon.~Say on then, 872 X| hounds thy forest-glades,~Parthenius. Even now, methinks, I range~ 873 X| launch~Cydonian arrows from a Parthian bow. -~As if my madness 874 I| the strand,~Germans and Parthians shift their natural bounds,~ 875 VI| Re-echoed “Hylas, Hylas! soothed~Pasiphae with the love of her white 876 I| alien master. Ah! to what a pass~Has civil discord brought 877 VIII| rocky banks~Thou now art passing, or dost skirt the shore~ 878 VIII| make moan~Fooled by vain passion for a faithless bride,~For 879 VIII| Alphesiboeus sang~Their pastoral ditties, will I tell the 880 V| were none~That drove the pastured oxen, then no beast~Drank 881 I| bare stones o’erspread, the pastures all~Be choked with rushy 882 V| lack never, both when we pay the Nymphs~Our yearly vows, 883 VIII| woodlands I from the tall peak~Of yon aerial rock will 884 VI| Their tale of sheep, and pen them in the fold.~ 885 VI| sings~Of Gallus wandering by Permessus’ stream,~And by a sister 886 III| names of kings upon their petals writ,~And you shall have 887 1| sun.~Better have borne the petulant proud disdain~Of Amaryllis, 888 VI| rings round the forms~Of Phaethon’s fair sisters, from the 889 VI| feast,~What gifts, to him by Philomel were given;~How swift she 890 1| yellow marigold. I too will pick~Quinces all silvered-o’er 891 III| he-goats milk.”~Damoetas.~“You, picking flowers and strawberries 892 I| with me,~On green leaves pillowed: apples ripe have I,~Soft 893 X| neither did the slopes~Of Pindus or Parnassus stay you then,~ 894 X| beneath a lonely rock,~Wept pine-clad Maenalus, and the flinty 895 IV| shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark~Ply traffic on the 896 III| keep the goat.~Which in the piping-match my pipe had won!~You may 897 1| naught my songs?~Have you no pity? you’ll drive me to my death.~ 898 V| stars unpitying, poured her plaint.~Then, Daphnis, to the cooling 899 V| green beech-tree’s rind, playing by turns,~And marking down 900 IX| oft enow.~Lycidas.~Your pleas but linger out my heart’ 901 IX| song:~“Come, Galatea, what pleasure is ‘t to play~Amid the waves? 902 III| turn? Lest you be loth,~I pledge this heifer; every day she 903 VII| guardian of a poor man’s plot.~Wrought for a while in 904 IV| vine the hook;~The sturdy ploughman shall loose yoke from steer,~ 905 V| country lone.~Where the plump barley-grain so oft we sowed,~ 906 1| wont to love,~And waxen plums withal: this fruit no less~ 907 VIII| aerial rock will headlong plunge~Into the billows: this my 908 IV| Die shall the treacherous poison-plant, and far~And wide Assyrian 909 VII| but hold,~Full-length in polished marble, ankle-bound~With 910 V| Armenian tigresses, lead on the pomp~Of revellers, and with tender 911 VI| By its worn handle hung a ponderous cup.~Approaching— for the 912 VIII| to me did Moeris give,~In Pontus culled, where baneful herbs 913 III| all, and wash them in the pool.”~Menalcas.~“Boys, get your 914 VI| ground~Up-towering into poplars. Next he sings~Of Gallus 915 1| Plucking pale violets and poppy-heads,~Now the fair Naiad, of 916 I| Some brutal soldier will possess these fields~An alien master. 917 1| fragrant fennel, doth one posy twine -~With cassia then, 918 I| Meliboeus.~And what so potent cause took you to Rome?~ 919 1| with the fierce heat spent,~Pounds Thestilis her mess of savoury 920 V| gods and stars unpitying, poured her plaint.~Then, Daphnis, 921 IX| earth~Beside the streams pours forth a thousand flowers;~ 922 V| Stimichon to me your singing praised.~Menalcas.~“In dazzling 923 III| with a heifer, who would prate of cups?~Menalcas.~You shall 924 I| went forth,~Or rich cheese pressed for the unthankful town,~ 925 V| then worthy to be loved,~Prevailed not to obtain— with brass, 926 VII| Thyrsis.~“A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,~Yearly, 927 III| you yourself~Will own more priceless far— two beechen cups~By 928 III| guard the nets.”~Damoetas.~“Prithee, Iollas, for my birthday 929 1| colour, beauteous boy;~White privets fall, dark hyacinths are 930 VI| soul~The daughters too of Proetus filled the fields~With their 931 III| to hear.”~Menalcas.~“It profiteth me naught, Amyntas mine,~ 932 IV| wide ocean, and the vault profound,~All, see, enraptured of 933 IV| Dear child of gods, great progeny of Jove!~See how it totters— 934 VI| Of Saturn’s reign, and of Prometheus’ theft,~And the Caucasian 935 V| Menalcas “Be thou kind,~Propitious to thine own. Lo! altars 936 1| have borne the petulant proud disdain~Of Amaryllis, or 937 VIII| fetch them: may the sign~Prove lucky! something it must 938 1| delight.~The grim-eyed lioness pursues the wolf,~The wolf the she-goat, 939 VI| sang he of the stones by Pyrrha cast,~Of Saturn’s reign, 940 1| marigold. I too will pick~Quinces all silvered-o’er with hoary 941 V| thereof, like them, shalt quittance claim.”~Mopsus.~How, how 942 V| now we seek~Yon shade that quivers to the changeful breeze,~ 943 IX| you had, and so the rumour ran,~But ‘mid the clash of arms, 944 X| Parthenius. Even now, methinks, I range~O’er rocks, through echoing 945 V| thou, thrice happy boy,~Ranked with thy master, second 946 V| unaccustomed eyes~Daphnis stands rapt before Olympus’ gate,~And 947 V| repay thee for a song so rare?~For not the whispering 948 VI| rude Parnassian crag~So ravish, nor Orpheus so entrance 949 VI| Hylas till the shore~“Then Re-echoed “Hylas, Hylas! soothed~Pasiphae 950 X| tender feet!~I will depart, re-tune the songs I framed~In verse 951 III| Pray you, a heifer for your reader feed!”~Menalcas.~“Pollio 952 III| of heaven,~That they who reap, or stoop behind the plough,~ 953 I| far~Above all other cities rears her head~As cypress above 954 IV| never-ceasing fear.~He shall receive the life of gods, and see~ 955 VIII| spirits from the tomb’s recess,~And to new fields transport 956 III| harsh,~And twice a day both reckon up the flock,~And one withal 957 X| quoth he, “behold~Love recks not aught of it: his heart 958 VIII| Pledges that bind him to redeem the debt.~“Draw from the 959 IX| Ah! how nearly, thyself,~Reft was the solace that we had 960 VIII| god~For mortal doings hath regard or care.~“Begin, my flute, 961 I| will own,~While Galatea reigned over me, I had~No hope of 962 IV| Lucina; ’tis thine own~Apollo reigns. And in thy consulate,~This 963 I| when, from Galatea’s yoke released,~I serve but Amaryllis: 964 VIII| draw Daphnis home.~These relics once, dear pledges of himself,~ 965 IV| guidance, whatso tracks remain~Of our old wickedness, once 966 VIII| the whole wide world~I may renown thy verse— that verse alone~ 967 VII| their pasture to the stalls repair,~If aught for Corydon thou 968 V| claim.”~Mopsus.~How, how repay thee for a song so rare?~ 969 IX| your wish~Menalcas will repeat them oft enow.~Lycidas.~ 970 I| here, this night, you might repose with me,~On green leaves 971 VI| hyacinths he, his snowy side~Reposing, under some dark ilex now~ 972 1| you not to weave what need requires~Of pliant rush or osier? 973 I| so too I knew~Whelps to resemble dogs, and kids their dams,~ 974 VII| Here is a hearth, and resinous logs, here fire~Unstinted, 975 X| reed~Of the Sicilian swain. Resolved am I~In the woods, rather, 976 I| Amaryllis” bid the woods resound.~Tityrus.~O Meliboeus, ’ 977 VII| Or furious rivers their restraining banks.”~Corydon.~“The junipers 978 IV| foiled, and from the field retire.~Begin to greet thy mother 979 I| Never with laden hands returned I home.~Meliboeus.~I used 980 V| tigresses, lead on the pomp~Of revellers, and with tender foliage 981 IX| Lycidas;~Even now was I revolving silently~If this I could 982 X| Alpine snows and frozen Rhine.~Ah! may the frost not hurt 983 IX| the plain,~And the high ridge with gentle slope descends,~ 984 V| from some sweet-bubbling rill~In summer’s heat. Nor on 985 VII| hath~With tender rushes rimmed his verdant banks,~And from 986 V| On a green beech-tree’s rind, playing by turns,~And marking 987 VI| tamarisks~And all the woodland ring; nor can there be~A page 988 VI| moss-bound, bitter bark rings round the forms~Of Phaethon’ 989 X| fellowship,~Or dresser of the ripening grape had been,~Or guardian 990 IX| the left, cut short~The rising feud, nor I, your Moeris 991 X| your fill -~Eve’s star is rising-go, my she-goats, go.~ ~ 992 IX| do you mark~The ancient risings of the Signs? for look~Where 993 1| me.~Ay, and two fawns, I risked my neck to find~In a steep 994 V| vows, and when with lustral rites~The fields we hallow. Long 995 III| Palaemon.~Not mine betwixt such rivals to decide:~You well deserve 996 VI| O ill-starred maid! thou roamest now the hills,~While on 997 V| and woods then voiced the roar~Of Afric lions mourning 998 VIII| whether broad Timavus’ rocky banks~Thou now art passing, 999 III| masters do?~Did I not see you, rogue, in ambush lie~For Damon’ 1000 IV| and gone, and the majestic roll~Of circling centuries begins