Opening The Eclogues — Virgil in Plato Scroll…
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Virgil · J. B. Greenough (1900)
MELIBOEUS TITYRUS Meliboeus: You, Tityrus, ‘neath a broad beech-canopy Reclining, on the slender oat rehearse Your silvan ditties: I from my sweet fields, And home’s familiar bounds, even now depart. Exiled from home am I; while, Tityrus, you Sit careless in the shade, and, at your call, “Fair Amaryllis” bid the woods resound. Tityrus: O Meliboeus, ’twas a god vouchsafed This ease to us, for him a god will I Deem ever, and from my folds a tender lamb Oft with its life-blood shall his altar stain. His gift it is that, as your eyes may see, My kine may roam at large, and I myself Play on my shepherd’s pipe what songs I will. Meliboeus: I grudge you not the boon, but marvel more, Such wide confusion fills the country-side. See, sick at heart I drive my she-goats on, And this one, O my Tityrus, scarce can lead: For ‘mid the hazel-thicket here but now She dropped her new-yeaned twins on the …
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