The Bucolics_Ecloges [English](牧歌)

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THE ECLOGUES

Virgil

THE ECLOGUES

ECLOGUE I

MELIBOEUS TITYRUS

MELIBOEUS You, Tityrus, 'neath a broad beech-canopy Reclining,

on the slender oat rehearse Your silvan ditties: I from my sweet fields, And

home's familiar bounds, even now depart. Exiled from home am I; while,

Tityrus, you Sit careless in the shade, and, at your call, "Fair Amaryllis"

bid the woods resound.

TITYRUS O Meliboeus, 'twas a god vouchsafed This ease to us, for

him a god will I Deem ever, and from my folds a tender lamb Oft with its

life-blood shall his altar stain. His gift it is that, as your eyes may see, My

kine may roam at large, and I myself Play on my shepherd's pipe what

songs I will.

MELIBOEUS I grudge you not the boon, but marvel more, Such wide

confusion fills the country-side. See, sick at heart I drive my she-goats on,

And this one, O my Tityrus, scarce can lead: For 'mid the hazel-thicket

here but now She dropped her new-yeaned twins on the bare flint, Hope of

the flock- an ill, I mind me well, Which many a time, but for my blinded

sense, The thunder-stricken oak foretold, oft too From hollow trunk the

raven's ominous cry. But who this god of yours? Come, Tityrus, tell.

TITYRUS The city, Meliboeus, they call Rome, I, simpleton, deemed

like this town of ours, Whereto we shepherds oft are wont to drive The

younglings of the flock: so too I knew Whelps to resemble dogs, and kids

their dams, Comparing small with great; but this as far Above all other

cities rears her head As cypress above pliant osier towers.

MELIBOEUS And what so potent cause took you to Rome?

TITYRUS Freedom, which, though belated, cast at length Her eyes

upon the sluggard, when my beard 'Gan whiter fall beneath the barber's

blade- Cast eyes, I say, and, though long tarrying, came, Now when, from

Galatea's yoke released, I serve but Amaryllis: for I will own, While

Galatea reigned over me, I had No hope of freedom, and no thought to

save. Though many a victim from my folds went forth, Or rich cheese

pressed for the unthankful town, Never with laden hands returned I home.

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MELIBOEUS I used to wonder, Amaryllis, why You cried to heaven

so sadly, and for whom You left the apples hanging on the trees; 'Twas

Tityrus was away. Why, Tityrus, The very pines, the very water-springs,

The very vineyards, cried aloud for you.

TITYRUS What could I do? how else from bonds be freed, Or

otherwhere find gods so nigh to aid? There, Meliboeus, I saw that youth to

whom Yearly for twice six days my altars smoke. There instant answer

gave he to my suit, "Feed, as before, your kine, boys, rear your bulls."

MELIBOEUS So in old age, you happy man, your fields Will still be

yours, and ample for your need! Though, with bare stones o'erspread, the

pastures all Be choked with rushy mire, your ewes with young By no

strange fodder will be tried, nor hurt Through taint contagious of a

neighbouring flock. Happy old man, who 'mid familiar streams And

hallowed springs, will court the cooling shade! Here, as of old, your

neighbour's bordering hedge, That feasts with willow-flower the Hybla

bees, Shall oft with gentle murmur lull to sleep, While the leaf-dresser

beneath some tall rock Uplifts his song, nor cease their 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 again shall I, Stretched in green cave, behold you from afar

Hang from the bushy rock; my songs are sung; Never again will you, with

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me to tend, On clover-flower, or bitter willows, browse.

TITYRUS Yet here, this night, you might repose with me, On green

leaves pillowed: apples ripe have I, Soft chestnuts, and of curdled milk

enow. And, see, the farm-roof chimneys smoke afar, And from the hills the

shadows lengthening fall!

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ECLOGUE II

ALEXIS

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, The thick-leaved

shadowy-soaring beech-tree grove Still would he haunt, and there alone,

as thus, To woods and hills pour forth his artless strains. "Cruel Alexis,

heed you naught my songs? Have you no pity? you'll drive me to my death.

Now even the cattle court the cooling shade And the green lizard hides

him in the thorn: Now for tired mowers, with the fierce heat spent, Pounds

Thestilis her mess of savoury herbs, Wild thyme and garlic. I, with none

beside, Save hoarse cicalas shrilling through the brake, Still track your

footprints 'neath the broiling sun. Better have borne the petulant proud

disdain Of Amaryllis, or Menalcas wooed, Albeit he was so dark, and you

so fair! Trust not too much to colour, beauteous boy; White privets fall,

dark hyacinths are culled. You scorn me, Alexis, who or what I am Care

not to ask- how rich in flocks, or how In snow-white milk abounding: yet

for me Roam on Sicilian hills a thousand lambs; Summer or winter, still

my milk-pails brim. I sing as erst Amphion of Circe sang, What time he

went to call his cattle home On Attic Aracynthus. Nor am I So ill to look

on: lately on the beach I saw myself, when winds had stilled the sea, And,

if that mirror lie not, would not fear Daphnis to challenge, though yourself

were judge. Ah! were you but content with me to dwell. Some lowly cot in

the rough fields our home, Shoot down the stags, or with green osier-wand

Round up the straggling flock! There you with me In silvan strains will

learn to rival Pan. Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join; For

sheep alike and shepherd Pan hath care. Nor with the reed's edge fear you

to make rough Your dainty lip; such arts as these to learn What did

Amyntas do?- what did he not? A pipe have I, of hemlock-stalks compact

In lessening lengths, Damoetas' dying-gift: 'Mine once,' quoth he, 'now

yours, as heir to own.' Foolish Amyntas heard and envied me. Ay, and two

fawns, I risked my neck to find In a steep glen, with coats white-dappled

still, From a sheep's udders suckled twice a day- These still I keep for you;

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which Thestilis Implores me oft to let her lead away; And she shall have

them, since my gifts you spurn. Come hither, beauteous boy; for you the

Nymphs Bring baskets, see, with lilies brimmed; for you, Plucking pale

violets and poppy-heads, Now the fair Naiad, of narcissus flower And

fragrant fennel, doth one posy twine- With cassia then, and other scented

herbs, Blends them, and sets the tender hyacinth off With yellow marigold.

I too will pick Quinces all silvered-o'er with hoary down, Chestnuts,

which Amaryllis wont to love, And waxen plums withal: this fruit no less

Shall have its meed of honour; and I will pluck You too, ye laurels, and

you, ye myrtles, near, For so your sweets ye mingle. Corydon, You are a

boor, nor heeds a whit your gifts Alexis; no, nor would Iollas yield, Should

gifts decide the day. Alack! alack! What misery have I brought upon my

head!- Loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane, And the wild boar upon

my crystal springs! Whom do you fly, infatuate? gods ere now, And

Dardan Paris, have made the woods their home. Let Pallas keep the towers

her hand hath built, Us before all things let the woods delight. The grim-

eyed lioness pursues the wolf, The wolf the she-goat, the she-goat herself

In wanton sport the flowering cytisus, And Corydon Alexis, each led on

By their own longing. See, the ox comes home With plough up-tilted, and

the shadows grow To twice their length with the departing sun, Yet me

love burns, for who can limit love? Ah! Corydon, Corydon, what hath

crazed your wit? Your vine half-pruned hangs on the leafy elm; Why haste

you not to weave what need requires Of pliant rush or osier? Scorned by

this, Elsewhere some new Alexis you will find."

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