Publius Vergilius Maro
Publius Vergilius Maro Poems
|1.||The Aeneid Of Virgil: Book 1||1/1/2004|
|2.||Eclogue 2: Alexis||4/19/2010|
|3.||Eclogue 3: Menalcas Daemoetas Palaemon||4/19/2010|
|4.||Eclogue 8: To Pollio Damon Alphesiboeus||4/19/2010|
|6.||The Aeneid Of Virgil: Book 11||4/19/2010|
|7.||The Aeneid Of Virgil: Book 12||4/19/2010|
|8.||The Aeneid Of Virgil: Book 9||4/19/2010|
|10.||Eclogue 9: Lycidas Moeris||4/19/2010|
|11.||Eclogue 7: Meliboeus Corydon Thrysis||4/19/2010|
|12.||Eclogue 10: Gallus||4/19/2010|
|13.||The Aeneid Of Virgil: Book 2||4/19/2010|
|14.||The Aeneid Of Virgil: Book 7||4/19/2010|
|16.||Eclogue 5: Menalcas Mopsus||4/19/2010|
|17.||Eclogue 6: To Varus||4/19/2010|
|18.||Eclogue 4: Pollio||4/19/2010|
|20.||The Aeneid Of Virgil: Book 10||4/19/2010|
|21.||Eclogue 1: Meliboeus Tityrus||4/19/2010|
Eclogue 1: Meliboeus Tityrus
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.
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, ...
Eclogue 2: Alexis
The shepherd Corydon with love was fired
For fair Alexis, his own master's joy:
No room for hope had he, yet, none the less,
The thick-leaved shadowy-soaring beech-tree grove
Still would he haunt, and there alone, as thus,
To woods and hills pour forth his artless strains.
'Cruel Alexis, heed you naught my songs?
Have you no pity? you'll drive me to my death.
Now even the cattle court the cooling shade