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P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams) 4 0 Browse Search
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P. Vergilius Maro, Eclogues (ed. J. B. Greenough), LYCIDAS MOERIS (search)
I am gone, 'tis but a little way, feed, Tityrus, my goats, and, having fed, drive to the drinking-pool, and, as you drive, beware the he-goat; with his horn he butts.“ MOERIS Ay, or to Varus that half-finished lay, “Varus, thy name, so still our Mantua live— Mantua to poor Cremona all too near— shall singing swans bear upward to the stars.” LYCIDAS So may your swarms Cyrnean yew-trees shun, your kine with cytisus their udders swell, begin, if aught you have. The Muses made me too a singer; I toMantua to poor Cremona all too near— shall singing swans bear upward to the stars.” LYCIDAS So may your swarms Cyrnean yew-trees shun, your kine with cytisus their udders swell, begin, if aught you have. The Muses made me too a singer; I too have sung; the swains call me a poet, but I believe them not: for naught of mine, or worthy Varius yet or Cinna deem I, but account myself a cackling goose among melodious swans. MOERIS 'Twas in my thought to do so, Lycidas; even now was I revolving silently if this I could recall—no paltry song: “Come, Galatea, what pleasure is 't to play amid the waves? Here glows the Spring, here earth beside the streams pours forth a thousand flowers; here the white poplar bends above the cave,