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    The Bucolics and Eclogues
    The Bucolics and Eclogues
    The Bucolics and Eclogues
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    The Bucolics and Eclogues

    By Virgil

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    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateJan 1, 1979
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    Virgil

    Virgil (Publius Vergilius Maro) was an ancient Roman poet who wrote during the reign of Augustus, the first Roman emperor. In addition to his epic poem Aeneid, Virgil’s Ecolgues (Bucolics) and Georgics are recognized as major works of Latin literature, and have been studied, adapted, imitated, and copied by later poets and scholars. Virgil’s poetry has also had a lasting influence on Western literature, inspiring countless works including Dante’s Divine Comedy, in which Virgil guides Dante through Hell and Purgatory.

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      The Bucolics and Eclogues - Virgil

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Bucolics and Eclogues, by Virgil

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      Title: The Bucolics and Eclogues

      Author: Virgil

      Release Date: March 10, 2008 [EBook #230]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE BUCOLICS AND ECLOGUES ***

      37 BC

      THE ECLOGUES

      by Virgil

      ECLOGUE I

      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 bare flint,

      Hope of the flock- an ill, I mind me well,

      Which many a time, but for my blinded sense,

      The thunder-stricken oak foretold, oft too

      From hollow trunk the raven's ominous cry.

      But who this god of yours? Come, Tityrus, tell.

      TITYRUS

      The city, Meliboeus, they call Rome,

      I, simpleton, deemed like this town of ours,

      Whereto we shepherds oft are wont to drive

      The younglings of the flock: so too I knew

      Whelps to resemble dogs, and kids their dams,

      Comparing small with great; but this as far

      Above all other cities rears her head

      As cypress above pliant osier towers.

      MELIBOEUS

      And what so potent cause took you to Rome?

      TITYRUS

      Freedom, which, though belated, cast at length

      Her eyes upon the sluggard, when my beard

      'Gan whiter fall beneath the barber's blade-

      Cast eyes, I say, and, though long tarrying, came,

      Now when, from Galatea's yoke released,

      I serve but Amaryllis: for I will own,

      While Galatea reigned over me, I had

      No hope of freedom, and no thought to save.

      Though many a victim from my folds went forth,

      Or rich cheese pressed for the unthankful town,

      Never with laden hands returned I home.

      MELIBOEUS

      I used to wonder, Amaryllis, why

      You cried to heaven so sadly, and for whom

      You left the apples hanging on the trees;

      'Twas Tityrus was away. Why, Tityrus,

      The very pines, the very water-springs,

      The very vineyards, cried aloud for you.

      TITYRUS

      What could I do? how else from bonds be freed,

      Or otherwhere find gods so nigh to aid?

      There, Meliboeus, I saw that youth to whom

      Yearly for twice six days my altars smoke.

      There instant answer gave he to my suit,

      Feed, as before, your kine, boys, rear your bulls.

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