Virgil Poems

This now, the very latest of my toils,
Vouchsafe me, Arethusa! needs must I
Sing a brief song to Gallus- brief, but yet
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Meliboeus.
You, Tityrus, 'neath a broad beech-canopy
Reclining, on the slender oat rehearse
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Muses of Sicily, essay we now
A somewhat loftier task! Not all men love
Coppice or lowly tamarisk: sing we woods,
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TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in sportive mood
To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within
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Menalcas.
Why, Mopsus, being both together met,
You skilled to breathe upon the slender reeds,
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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,
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Daphnis beneath a rustling ilex-tree
Had sat him down; Thyrsis and Corydon
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Of Damon and Alphesiboeus now,
Those shepherd-singers at whose rival strains
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Lycidas.
Say whither, Moeris?- Make you for the town,
Or on what errand bent?
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When spring begins and the ice-locked streams begin
To flow down from the snowy hills above
And the clods begin to crumble in the breeze,
The time has come for my groaning ox to drag
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