Eclogues

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and from the hills the shadows lengthening fall!
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the shepherd Corydon with love was fired
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for fair Alexis, his own master's joy:
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no room for hope had he, yet, none the less,
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the thick-leaved shadowy-soaring beech-tree grove
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still would he haunt, and there alone, as thus,
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to woods and hills pour forth his artless strains.
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“Cruel Alexis, heed you naught my songs?
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Have you no pity? you'll drive me to my death.
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Now even the cattle court the cooling shade
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and the green lizard hides him in the thorn:
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now for tired mowers, with the fierce heat spent,
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pounds Thestilis her mess of savoury herbs,
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wild thyme and garlic. I, with none beside,
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save hoarse cicalas shrilling through the brake,
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still track your footprints 'neath the broiling sun.
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Better have borne the petulant proud disdain
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of Amaryllis, or Menalcas wooed,
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albeit he was so dark, and you so fair!
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Trust not too much to colour, beauteous boy;
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white privets fall, dark hyacinths are culled.
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You scorn me, Alexis, who or what I am
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care not to ask—how rich in flocks, or how
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in snow-white milk abounding: yet for me
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roam on Sicilian hills a thousand lambs;
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summer or winter, still my milk-pails brim.
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I sing as erst Amphion of Circe sang,
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what time he went to call his cattle home
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on Attic Aracynthus. Nor am I
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so ill to look on: lately on the beach
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I saw myself, when winds had stilled the sea,
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and, if that mirror lie not, would not fear
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daphnis to challenge, though yourself were judge.
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Ah! were you but content with me to dwell.
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Some lowly cot in the rough fields our home,
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shoot down the stags, or with green osier-wand
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round up the straggling flock! There you with me
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in silvan strains will learn to rival Pan.
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Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join;
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for sheep alike and shepherd Pan hath care.
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Nor with the reed's edge fear you to make rough
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your dainty lip; such arts as these to learn
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what did Amyntas do?—what did he not?
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A pipe have I, of hemlock-stalks compact
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in lessening lengths, Damoetas' dying-gift:
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‘Mine once,’ quoth he, ‘now yours, as heir to own.’
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Foolish Amyntas heard and envied me.
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Ay, and two fawns, I risked my neck to find
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in a steep glen, with coats white-dappled still,
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from a sheep's udders suckled twice a day—
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these still I keep for you; which Thestilis
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implores me oft to let her lead away;
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and she shall have them, since my gifts you spurn.
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Come hither, beauteous boy; for you the Nymphs
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bring baskets, see, with lilies brimmed; for you,
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plucking pale violets and poppy-heads,
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now the fair Naiad, of narcissus flower
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and fragrant fennel, doth one posy twine—
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with cassia then, and other scented herbs,
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blends them, and sets the tender hyacinth off
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with yellow marigold. I too will pick
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quinces all silvered-o'er with hoary down,
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chestnuts, which Amaryllis wont to love,
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and waxen plums withal: this fruit no less
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shall have its meed of honour; and I will pluck
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you too, ye laurels, and you, ye myrtles, near,
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for so your sweets ye mingle. Corydon,
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you are a boor, nor heeds a whit your gifts
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alexis; no, nor would Iollas yield,
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should gifts decide the day. Alack! alack!
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What misery have I brought upon my head!—
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loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,
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and the wild boar upon my crystal springs!
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Whom do you fly, infatuate? gods ere now,
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and Dardan Paris, have made the woods their home.
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Let Pallas keep the towers her hand hath built,
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us before all things let the woods delight.
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The grim-eyed lioness pursues the wolf,
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the wolf the she-goat, the she-goat herself
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in wanton sport the flowering cytisus,
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and Corydon Alexis, each led on
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by their own longing. See, the ox comes home
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with plough up-tilted, and the shadows grow
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to twice their length with the departing sun,
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yet me love burns, for who can limit love?
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Ah! Corydon, Corydon, what hath crazed your wit?
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Your vine half-pruned hangs on the leafy elm;
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why haste you not to weave what need requires
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of pliant rush or osier? Scorned by this,
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elsewhere some new Alexis you will find.”
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Who owns the flock, Damoetas? Meliboeus?
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Nay, they are Aegon's sheep, of late by him
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committed to my care.
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O every way
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unhappy sheep, unhappy flock! while he
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still courts Neaera, fearing lest her choice
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should fall on me, this hireling shepherd here
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wrings hourly twice their udders, from the flock
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filching the life-juice, from the lambs their milk.
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Hold! not so ready with your jeers at men!

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