Who butts, whose hoofs already spurn the sand. 90 D. Who loves thee, Pollio, go where thou art gone, For him flow honey, thorns sprout cinnamon. Who loathes not Bavius, let him love thy M. notes, Mævius:-and yoke the fox, and milk he-goats, D. Flowers and ground-strawberries while your prize ye make, Cold in the grass-fly hence, lads-lurks the snake. M. Sheep, banks are treacherous: draw not over nigh: See, now the lordly ram his fleece doth dry. D. Tityrus, yon she-goats from the river bring. I in due time will wash them at the spring. M. Call, lads, your sheep. Once more our hands, should heat ΙΟΙ O'ertake the milk, will press in vain the teat. D. How rich these vetches, yet how lean my ox. Love kills alike the herdsman and the flocks. M. My lambs-and here love's not in fault, you'll own Witched by some jealous eye, are skin and bone. D. Say in what land-and great Apollo be To me-heaven's arch extends just cubits three. M. Say in what land with kings' names grav'n are grown Flowers and be Phyllis yours and yours P. Not mine such strife to settle. You have earned A cow, and you: and whoso else shall e'er Shrink from love's sweets or prove his bitter ness. Close, lads, the springs. The meads have drunk enough. ECLOGUE IV. MUSES of Sicily, a loftier song Wake we! Some tire of shrubs and myrtles low. Are woods our theme? Then princely be the woods. Come are those last days that the Sybil sang: The ages' mighty march begins anew. Now comes the virgin, Saturn reigns again: Upon the broad world-chaste Lucina, smile: ΙΟ Thou, trampling out what prints our crimes have left, Shalt free the nations from perpetual fear. See the Brave mingling, and be seen of them, Ruling that world o'er which his father's arm shed peace.― On thee, child, everywhere shall earth, untilled, Show'r, her first baby-offerings, vagrant stems 20 Of ivy, foxglove, and gay briar, and bean; Unbid the goats shall come big-uddered home, Nor monstrous lions scare the herded kine. Thy cradle shall be full of pretty flowers: Die must the serpent, treacherous poison-plants Must die; and Syria's roses spring like weeds. But, soon as thou canst read of hero-deeds Such as thy father wrought, and understand What is true worth: the champaign day by day Shall grow more yellow with the waving corn; 30 From the wild bramble purpling then shall hang The 'grape; and stubborn oaks drop honeydew. Yet traces of that guile of elder days Shall linger; bidding men tempt seas in ships, Gird towns with walls, cleave furrows in the land. Then a new Tiphys shall arise, to man New argosies with heroes: then shall be New wars; and once more shall be bound for Troy, A mightier Achilles. After this, When thou hast grown and strengthened into man, 40 The pilot's self shall range the seas no more; So grand an age Did those three Sisters bid their spindles spin; 50 Three, telling with one voice the changeless will of Fate. Oh draw-the time is all but present-near |