Therefore frolic glee seizes the woods and all the countryside, and Pan, and the shepherds, and the Dryad maids. [13] No, I will try these verses, which the other day I carved on the green beech-bark and set to music, marking words and tune in turn. Virgil's book contains ten pieces, each called not an idyll but an eclogue, populated by and large with herdsmen imagined conversing and singing in largely rural settings, whether suffering or embracing revolutionary change or happy or unhappy love. [45] You mossy springs, and lawns softer than sleep, and the green arbute that shields you with scanty shade, ward the noontide heat from my flock. Poems in the genre are sometimes also called bucolics. or Menalcas, though e was dark and you are fair? Thy cups in worth will not compare with her. Let us tell of Gallus’ anxious loves, while the blunt-nosed goats crop the tender shrubs. 1 Paschalis 1997, 264.; 2 Maltby 1999, 232-237. Pierian maid, a heifer feed for him. [37] That’s what I’m about, Lycidas, silently turning it over in my mind, in case I can recall it. With these—why, to their bones they scarcely cling, Shut off the springs now, lads; the meadows have drunk enough. Not yet with my lips [55] Sing on, now that we are seated on the soft grass. [41] Then he tells of the stones that Pyrrha threw, of Saturn’s reign, of Caucasian eagles, and the theft of Prometheus. DAMOETAS So, had not a raven on the left first warned me from the hollow oak to cut short, as best I might, this new dispute, neither your Moeris here nor Menalcas himself would be alive. ALPHESIBOEUS My bull has grown! Begin, Damoetas; then you, Menalcas, must follow. tore asunder the trembling sailors with her sea dogs? [20] “For Daphnis, cut off by a cruel death, the Nymphs wept – you hazels and rivers bear witness to the Nymphs – when, clasping her son’s piteous corpse, his mother cried out on the cruelty of both gods and stars. P. VERGILIVS MARO (70 – 19 B.C.) All things are full of him: he guards the earth, Dam.⁠⁠Now, Tityrus, keep back MELIBOEUS The Eclogues By Virgil Written 37 B.C.E. Often, I mind, this mishap was foretold me, had not my wits been dull, by the oaks struck from heaven. In addition to the translation of Virgil's three poems, the book contains recent text revisions by G. P. Goold, source Latin texts, Fairclough's footnotes and an index of proper names. Here we care as much for the chill blasts of Boreas as the wolf for the number of sheep or rushing torrents for their banks. Or if we fear that night may first bring on rain, we may yet go singing on our way – it makes the road less irksome. well, love has wrought the same With envious hand-bill. Virgil - The Eclogues. [82] Sweet are the showers to the corn, the arbute to the new-weaned kids, to the breeding flock the bending willow, and to me none but Amyntas ! Eclogues, Georgics, Aeneid. Fair was my flock, but fairer I, their shepherd.’”. Wood engravings. [74] “These rites shall be yours for ever, both when we pay our yearly vows to the Nymphs, and when we purify our fields. “Come to me, Galatea! Love's bitterness, that one is worthy too. Bring Daphnis home from town, bring him, my songs! Commentary: Several comments have been posted about The Eclogues. Dam.⁠Where thou dost love to be, O Pollio, there [19] “You scorn me, Alexis, and ask not what I am – how rich in cattle, how wealthy in snow-white milk! too near ill-fated Cremona – singing swans shall bear aloft to the stars.”. Yet you too, mother, were cruel. Me, too, the Pierian maids have made a poet; I, too, have songs; me also the shepherds call a bard, but I trust them not. LYCIDAS Of greater value far, as thou wilt own, [69] So much I remember, and how Thyrsis strove in vain against defeat. [30] As you would have your swarms shun the yews of Corsica, and your heifers browse on clover and swell their udders, being, if you have aught to sing. Nay, say no more, lad; we have passed into the cave. The shepherd came, too; slowly the swineherds came; Menalcas came, dripping, from the winter’s mast. Yet love still burns in me; for what bound can be set to love? Not everyone do orchards and the lowly tamarisks delight. “Love recks naught of this: neither is cruel Love sated with tears, nor the grass with the rills, nor bees with the clover, nor goats with leaves.”. THYRSIS Men.⁠Think not thou canst escape me so, this day, [78] I love Phyllis most of all ; for she wept that I was leaving, and in halting accents cried, Iollas: “Farewell, farewell, my lovely!”. Aegle joins their company and seconds the timid pair – Aegle, fairest of the Naiads – and, as now his eyes open, paints his face and brows with crimson mulberries. the star [comet] of Caesar, seed of Dione, ahs gone forth – the star to make the fields glad with corn, and the grape deepen its hue on the sunny hills. How lean is my bull on taht fat vetch ! Ecce levis summo de vertice visus Iuli fundere lumen apex, tractuque innoxia molli lambere flamma comas, et circum tempora pasci. [17] “Rise, O morning star, heralding genial day, while I, cheated in the love which my promised Nysa spurned, make lament, and, though their witnessing has availed me naught, yet, as I die, I call on the gods in this my latest hour. He shall have the gift of divine life, shall see heroes mingled with gods, and shall himself be seen by them, and shall rule the world to which his father’s prowess brought peace. [53] Here stand junipers and shaggy chestnuts; strewn beneath each tree lies its native fruit; now all nature smiles; but if fair Alexis should quit these hills you would see the very rivers dry. Daphnis, the wild mountains and woods tell us that even African lions moaned over your death. Meanwhile, I will roam with the Nymphs on Maenalus, or hunt fierce boars. Menalcas and Mopsus praise Daphnis out of compassion but also out of obligation. I am left to look after the nets? Happy lad! Eclogue 4 MENALCAS To this place, while I sheltered my tender myrtles from the frost, my he-goat, the lord of the flock himself, had strayed; and I catch sight of Daphnis. [79] Yet this night you might have rested here with me on the green leafage. [26] But as soon as you can read of the glories of heroes and your father’s deeds, and can know what valour is, slowly will the plains yellow with the waving corn, on wild brambles the purple grape will hang, and the stubborn oak distil dewy honey. The wolf plans no ambush for the flock, and nets no snare for the stag; kindly Daphnis loves peace. Du Quesnay 1979, 65.; 1 In these lines of Eclogue 1 Tityrus explains to Meliboeus that in the past he had been unable to buy his freedom and that he managed to do so only now that he became an older man. Was it not better to brook Amaryllis’ sullen rage and scornful disdain? Thou should'st refuse, I'll tell thee of her worth. [88] May he who loves you, Pollio, come where he rejoices that you, too have come ! But now a mad passion for the stern god of war keeps me in arms, amid clashing steel and fronting foes; while you, far from your native soil – O that I could but disbelieve such a tale! The eclogue is an epithalamium, written in 40 under the influence of Catullus 64 to … MOPSUS ​Dam.⁠⁠From Jove the Muse begins; In an uneven number heaven delights. [37] Galatea, child of Nereus, sweeter to me than Hybla’s thyme, whiter than the swan, lovelier than pale ivy, as soon as the bulls come back from pasture to the stalls, if you have any love for your Corydon, come to me! [7] Yet surely I had heard that, from where the hills begin to rise, then sink their ridge in a gentle slope, down to the water and the old beeches with their now shattered tops, your Menalcas had with his songs saved all. Eclogue 9 Often as you will. [18] But for you, child, the earth untilled will pour forth its first pretty gifts, gadding ivy with foxglove everywhere, and the Egyptian bean blended with the laughing briar; unbidden it will pour forth for you a cradle of smiling flowers. By their aid I have oft seen Moeris turn wolf and hide in the woods, oft call spirits from the depth of the grave, and charm sown corn away to other fields. A second Tiphys will then arise, and a second Argo to carry chosen heroes; a second war will be fought, and great Achilles be sent again to Troy. This heifer young my stake shall be, and lest DAMOETAS The child who has not won a smile from his parents, no god ever honoured with his table, no goddess with her bed! Here, Meliboeus, I saw the youth for whom our altars smoke twice six days a year. [21] Ye Nymphs of Libethra, my delight, either grant me such a strain as ye granted my Codrus – his verses come nearest to Apollo’s – or, if such power is not for us all, here on the sacred pine shall hang my tuneful pipe. That goat in rivalry of tuneful pipes— Happy old man! [65] Fairest is the ash in the woodlands, the pine in the gardens, the poplar by rivers, the fir on mountaintops; but if you, lovely Lycidas, come often to me, the ash in the woodlands and the pine in the gardens would yield to you. The Eclogues were written in the turbulent years which followed the assassination of Julius Caesar (42–39 B.C.). Dam.⁠Ye children, picking flowers and low-grown fruit, See where strife has brought our unhappy citizens! [56] “Corydon, you are a clown! MOERIS So in alternate verses the pair began to compete: alternate verses the Muses chose to recall. The grazing kids from river-bed, and I [85] First let me give you this delicate reed. Here's a link to the first of these.Vergil's second eclogue, though numbered '2', may well have been the first written. So these lands will still be yours, and large enough for you, though bare stones cover all, and the marsh chokes your pastures with slimy rushes. [70] I have sent my boy – ‘twas all I could – ten golden apples, picked from a tree in the wood. The various seasons—for the reaper glad, Menalcas follow—in alternate verse, [31] For he sang how, through the vast void, the seeds of earth, and air, and sea, and liquid fire withal were gathered together; how from these elements nascent things, yes all, and even the young globe of the world grew together; how the earth began to harden, to shut off the Sea god in the deep, and little by little to assume the shape of things; how next the lands are astounded at the new sun shining and how rains fall as the clouds are lifted higher, when first woods begin to arise and here and there living creatures move over mountains that know them not. In which flowers bloom, printed with names of kings, [94] Venture not too far, my sheep; it is dangerous to trust the bank. CORYDON Dam.⁠Our Muse is rustic, yet by Pollio loved MENALCAS [26] And what was the great occasion of your seeing Rome? No frosts will stay me from surrounding with my hounds the glades of Parthenius. loud though I cried MELIBOEUS As he in turn saw me, “Quick,” he cries, “come hither, Meliboeus; your goat and kids are safe, and if you can idle awhile, pray rest beneath the shade. - Duration: 12:49. Men.⁠Thou vanquished him in song? Say now, what stake [1] My last task this – vouchsafe me it, Arethusa! What evil eye is cast on my young lambs? Daphnis willed that … MENALCAS Thestylis has long been begging to get them from me – and so she shall, as in your eyes my gifts are mean. Let honey flow amain, let brambles balsam yield. Now, Meliboeus, graft your pears, plant your vines in rows! Then he sings of Gallus, wandering by the streams of Permessus – how one of the sisterhood [the Muses] led him to the Aonian hills, and how all the choir of Phoebus rose to do him honour; how Linus, a shepherd of immortal song, his locks crowned with flowers and bitter parsley, cried to him thus: “These reeds – see, take them – the Muses give you – even those they once gave the old Ascraean [Hesiod], wherewith, as he sang, he would draw the unyielding ash trees down the mountain sides. When didst thou ever own a wax-joined pipe? Flee hence, for in the grass lurks a cold snake! Daphnis home from town, bring him, my songs! Eclogue 7 Download: A text-only version is available for download. ISBN 0-19-815035-0. Now, on my very threshold, I commit them, earth, to you. As early as 40 B.c. wrote with enthusiasm in favor of the new regime that ended the civil wars in 3 I B.C. No challenge shall be thine, in future days. [56] “Daphnis, in radiant beauty, marvels at Heaven’s unfamiliar threshold, and beneath his feet beholds the clouds and stars. MOPSUS The Pastorals of Virgil, Eclogue I: The Blasted Tree. can any may be guilty of such a crime? Unto the nations of the globe marked out We are outcasts from our country; you, Tityrus, at ease beneath the shade, teach the woods to re-echo “fair Amaryllis.” TITYRUS O Melibeous, it is a god who gave us this peace – for a god he shall ever be to me; often shall a tender lamb from our folds stain his altar. Not so does the rock of Parnassus rejoice in Phoebus; not so do Rhodope and Ismarus marvel at their Orpheus. MOERIS These Corydon, those Thyrsis sang in turn. A few verses I must sing for my Gallus, yet such as Lycoris herself may read! page 164 note 3 Virgil, Aeneid II., vv. Falling on him – for oft the aged one had cheated both of a promised song – they cast him into fetters made from his own garlands. Untouched by any lip. it is time to turn the streams aside MENALCAS Then indeed you might see Fauns and fierce beasts sporting in measured dance, and unbending oaks nodding their crests. [31] But sadly Gallus replied: “Yet you, Arcadians, will sing this tail to your mountains; Arcadians only know how to sing. Men.⁠Pollio himself makes freshest songs, so feed I’ll see to it that after today you challenge nobody to sing. “Will there be no end?” he cried. But (and here’s what even you will admit is far more), seeing that you are bent on follow, I will stake a pair of beechwood cups, the embossed work of divine Alcimedon. PALAEMON [100] Alas, alas ! Hear the songs you crave; you shall have your songs, she another kind of reward.” Therewith the sage begins. “Gallus,” he said, “what madness this? Now tell me what stake you will put on our match. Didn’t I see you, rascal, trapping Damon’s goat, while his mongrel barked madly? a barbarian these crops? Palæmon.⁠Such rivalry as yours, I cannot judge It was that wicked boy. [19] The city they call Rome, Meliboeus, I, foolish one! Men.⁠Rather tell me where I can find the lands For you the evening star quits Oeta! You will drive me at last to death. Earth will not suffer the harrow, nor the vine the pruning hook; the sturdy ploughman, too, will now loose his oxen from the yoke. When the young heifer for the crops I slay. Men.⁠My sheep, go carefully—it is not safe [1] You, Tityrus, lie under the canopy of a spreading beech, wooing the woodland Muse on slender reed, but we are leaving our country’s bounds and sweet fields. He listens to my songs. You deserve the heifer, and so does he – and whoever shall fear the sweets or taste the bitters of love. [17] Alas! [80] Terrible is the wolf to the folds, the rains to the ripened crop, to the trees the gales, and to me the anger of Amaryllis ! Men.⁠Ah! 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