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Cornelius Tacitus, The History (ed. Alfred John Church, William Jackson Brodribb) 56 0 Browse Search
C. Julius Caesar, Gallic War 50 0 Browse Search
The Venerable Bede, Historiam ecclesiasticam gentis Anglorum (ed. Charles Plummer) 24 0 Browse Search
E. T. Merrill, Commentary on Catullus (ed. E. T. Merrill) 18 0 Browse Search
C. Suetonius Tranquillus, The Lives of the Caesars (ed. Alexander Thomson) 12 0 Browse Search
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Q. Horatius Flaccus (Horace), Odes (ed. John Conington) 6 0 Browse Search
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P. Vergilius Maro, Eclogues (ed. J. B. Greenough), MELIBOEUS TITYRUS (search)
ir cooings hoarse the wood-pigeons that are your heart's delight, nor doves their moaning in the elm-tree top. TITYRUS Sooner shall light stags, therefore, feed in air, the seas their fish leave naked on the strand, germans and Parthians shift their natural bounds, and these the Arar, those the Tigris drink, than from my heart his face and memory fade. MELIBOEUS But we far hence, to burning Libya some, some to the Scythian steppes, or thy swift flood, cretan Oaxes, now must wend our way, or Britain, from the whole world sundered far. Ah! shall I ever in aftertime behold my native bounds—see many a harvest hence with ravished eyes the lowly turf-roofed cot where I was king? These fallows, trimmed so fair, some brutal soldier will possess these fields an alien master. Ah! to what a pass has civil discord brought our hapless folk! For such as these, then, were our furrows sown! Now, Meliboeus, graft your pears, now set your vines in order! Go, once happy flock, my she-goats, go. Never ag