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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409850" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Virgil's First Eclogue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MELIBOEUS.<br>Tityrus, thou in the shade of a spreading beech-tree reclining,<br>Meditatest, with slender pipe, the Muse of the woodlands.<br>We our country's bounds and pleasant pastures relinquish,<br>We our country fly; thou, Tityrus, stretched in the shadow,<br>Teachest the woods to resound with the name of the fair<br>Amaryllis.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">TITYRUS.<br>O Meliboeus, a god for us this leisure created,<br>For he will be unto me a god forever; his altar<br>Oftentimes shall imbue a tender lamb from our sheepfolds.<br>He, my heifers to wander at large, and myself, as thou seest,<br>On my rustic reed to play what I will, hath permitted. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">MELIBOEUS.<br>Truly I envy not, I marvel rather; on all sides<br>In all the fields is such trouble. Behold, my goats I am<br>driving,<br>Heartsick, further away; this one scarce, Tityrus, lead I;<br>For having here yeaned twins just now among the dense hazels,<br>Hope of the flock, ah me! on the naked flint she hath left them.<br>Often this evil to me, if my mind had not been insensate,<br>Oak-trees stricken by heaven predicted, as now I remember;<br>Often the sinister crow from the hollow ilex predicted,<br>Nevertheless, who this god may be, O Tityrus, tell me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">TITYRUS.<br>O Meliboeus, the city that they call Rome, I imagined,<br>Foolish I! to be like this of ours, where often we shepherds<br>Wonted are to drive down of our ewes the delicate offspring.<br>Thus whelps like unto dogs had I known, and kids to their<br>mothers,<br>Thus to compare great things with small had I been accustomed.<br>But this among other cities its head as far hath exalted<br>As the cypresses do among the lissome viburnums. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">MELIBOEUS.<br>And what so great occasion of seeing Rome hath possessed thee? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">TITYRUS.<br>Liberty, which, though late, looked upon me in my inertness,<br>After the time when my beard fell whiter front me in shaving,--<br>Yet she looked upon me, and came to me after a long while,<br>Since Amaryllis possesses and Galatea hath left me.<br>For I will even confess that while Galatea possessed me<br>Neither care of my flock nor hope of liberty was there.<br>Though from my wattled folds there went forth many a victim,<br>And the unctuous cheese was pressed for the city ungrateful,<br>Never did my right hand return home heavy with money. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">MELIBOEUS.<br>I have wondered why sad thou invokedst the gods, Amaryllis,<br>And for whom thou didst suffer the apples to hang on the<br>branches!<br>Tityrus hence was absent! Thee, Tityrus, even the pine-trees,<br>Thee, the very fountains, the very copses were calling. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">TITYRUS.<br>What could I do? No power had I to escape from my bondage,<br>Nor had I power elsewhere to recognize gods so propitious.<br>Here I beheld that youth, to whom each year, Meliboeus,<br>During twice six days ascends the smoke of our altars.<br>Here first gave he response to me soliciting favor:<br>'Feed as before your heifers, ye boys, and yoke up your<br>bullocks.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">MELIBOEUS.<br>Fortunate old man! So then thy fields will be left thee,<br>And large enough for thee, though naked stone and the marish<br>All thy pasture-lands with the dreggy rush may encompass.<br>No unaccustomed food thy gravid ewes shall endanger,<br>Nor of the neighboring flock the dire contagion inject them.<br>Fortunate old man! Here among familiar rivers,<br>And these sacred founts, shalt thou take the shadowy coolness.<br>On this side, a hedge along the neighboring cross-road,<br>Where Hyblaean bees ever feed on the flower of the willow,<br>Often with gentle susurrus to fall asleep shall persuade thee.<br>Yonder, beneath the high rock, the pruner shall sing to the<br>breezes,<br>Nor meanwhile shalt thy heart's delight, the hoarse wood-pigeons,<br>Nor the turtle-dove cease to mourn from aerial elm-trees. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">TITYRUS.<br>Therefore the agile stags shall sooner feed in the ether,<br>And the billows leave the fishes bare on the sea-shore.<br>Sooner, the border-lands of both overpassed, shall the exiled<br>Parthian drink of the Soane, or the German drink of the Tigris,<br>Than the face of him shall glide away from my bosom! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">MELIBOEUS.<br>But we hence shall go, a part to the thirsty Afries,<br>Part to Scythia come, and the rapid Cretan Oaxes,<br>And to the Britons from all the universe utterly sundered.<br>Ah, shall I ever, a long time hence, the bounds of my country<br>And the roof of my lowly cottage covered with greensward<br>Seeing, with wonder behold,--my kingdoms, a handful of<br>wheat-ears!<br>Shall an impious soldier possess these lands newly cultured,<br>And these fields of corn a barbarian? Lo, whither dicord<br>Us wretched people hath brought! for whom our fields we have<br>planted!<br>Graft, Meliboeus, thy pear-trees now, put in order thy<br>vine-yards.<br>Go, my goats, go hence, my flocks so happy aforetime.<br>Never again henceforth outstretched in my verdurous cavern<br>Shall I behold you afar from the bushy precipice hanging.<br>Songs no more shall I sing; not with me, ye goats, as your<br>shepherd,<br>Shall ye browse on the bitter willow or blooming laburnum. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">TITYRUS.<br>Nevertheless, this night together with me canst thou rest thee<br>Here on the verdant leaves; for us there are mellowing apples,<br>Chestnuts soft to the touch, and clouted cream in abundance;<br>And the high roofs now of the villages smoke in the distance,<br>And from the lofty mountains are falling larger the shadows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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Tityrus, thou in the shade of a spreading beech-tree reclining,
Meditatest, with slender pipe, the Muse of the woodlands.
We our country's bounds and pleasant pastures relinquish,
We our country fly; thou, Tityrus, stretched in the shad..."></div>
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