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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390834" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Eclogue From Virgil</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(The exile Meliboeus finds Tityrus in possession of his own farm,<br>restored to him by the emperor Augustus, and a conversation ensues. The<br>poem is in praise of Augustus, peace and pastoral life.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>_Meliboeus_--<br>Tityrus, all in the shade of the wide-spreading beech tree reclining,<br>Sweet is that music you've made on your pipe that is oaten and slender;<br>Exiles from home, you beguile our hearts from their hopeless repining,<br>As you sing Amaryllis the while in pastorals tuneful and tender.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Tityrus_--<br>A god--yes, a god, I declare--vouchsafes me these pleasant conditions,<br>And often I gayly repair with a tender white lamb to his altar,<br>He gives me the leisure to play my greatly admired compositions,<br>While my heifers go browsing all day, unhampered of bell and halter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Meliboeus_--<br>I do not begrudge you repose; I simply admit I'm confounded<br>To find you unscathed of the woes of pillage and tumult and battle;<br>To exile and hardship devote and by merciless enemies hounded,<br>I drag at this wretched old goat and coax on my famishing cattle.<br>Oh, often the omens presaged the horrors which now overwhelm me--<br>But, come, if not elsewise engaged, who is this good deity, tell me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Tityrus_ (reminiscently)--<br>The city--the city called Rome, with, my head full of herding and tillage,<br>I used to compare with my home, these pastures wherein you now wander;<br>But I didn't take long to find out that the city surpasses the village<br>As the cypress surpasses the sprout that thrives in the thicket out yonder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Meliboeus_--<br>Tell me, good gossip, I pray, what led you to visit the city?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Tityrus_--<br>Liberty! which on a day regarded my lot with compassion<br>My age and distresses, forsooth, compelled that proud mistress to pity,<br>That had snubbed the attentions of youth in most reprehensible fashion.<br>Oh, happy, thrice happy, the day when the cold Galatea forsook me,<br>And equally happy, I say, the hour when that other girl took me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Meliboeus_ (slyly, as if addressing the damsel)--<br>So now, Amaryllis the truth of your ill-disguised grief I discover!<br>You pined for a favorite youth with cityfied damsels hobnobbing.<br>And soon your surroundings partook of your grief for your recusant lover--<br>The pine trees, the copse and the brook for Tityrus ever went sobbing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Tityrus_--<br>Meliboeus, what else could I do? Fate doled me no morsel of pity;<br>My toil was all in vain the year through, no matter how earnest or clever,<br>Till, at last, came that god among men--that king from that wonderful city,<br>And quoth: 'Take your homesteads again--they are yours and your assigns forever!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Meliboeus_--<br>Happy, oh, happy old man! rich in what's better than money--<br>Rich in contentment, you can gather sweet peace by mere listening;<br>Bees with soft murmurings go hither and thither for honey.<br>Cattle all gratefully low in pastures where fountains are glistening--<br>Hark! in the shade of that rock the pruner with singing rejoices--<br>The dove in the elm and the flock of wood-pigeons hoarsely repining,<br>The plash of the sacred cascade--ah, restful, indeed, are these voices,<br>Tityrus, all in the shade of your wide-spreading beech-tree reclining!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Tityrus_--<br>And he who insures this to me--oh, craven I were not to love him!<br>Nay, rather the fish of the sea shall vacate the water they swim in,<br>The stag quit his bountiful grove to graze in the ether above him.<br>While folk antipodean rove along with their children and women!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Meliboeus_ (suddenly recalling his own misery)--<br>But we who are exiled must go; and whither--ah, whither--God knoweth!<br>Some into those regions of snow or of desert where Death reigneth only;<br>Some off to the country of Crete, where rapid Oaxes down floweth.<br>And desperate others retreat to Britain, the bleak isle and lonely.<br>Dear land of my birth! shall I see the horde of invaders oppress thee?<br>Shall the wealth that outspringeth from thee by the hand of the alien be squandered?<br>Dear cottage wherein I was born! shall another in conquest possess thee--<br>Another demolish in scorn the fields and the groves where I've wandered?<br>My flock! never more shall you graze on that furze-covered hillside above me--<br>Gone, gone are the halcyon days when my reed piped defiance to sorrow!<br>Nevermore in the vine-covered grot shall I sing of the loved ones that love me--<br>Let yesterday's peace be forgot in dread of the stormy to-morrow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Tityrus_--<br>But rest you this night with me here; my bed--we will share it together,<br>As soon as you've tasted my cheer, my apples and chestnuts and cheeses;<br>The evening a'ready is nigh--the shadows creep over the heather,<br>And the smoke is rocked up to the sky to the lullaby song of the breezes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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