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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=479697" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Eclogue 1: Meliboeus Tityrus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MELIBOEUS<br>You, Tityrus, 'neath a broad beech-canopy<br>Reclining, on the slender oat rehearse<br>Your silvan ditties: I from my sweet fields,<br>And home's familiar bounds, even now depart.<br>Exiled from home am I; while, Tityrus, you<br>Sit careless in the shade, and, at your call,<br>'Fair Amaryllis' bid the woods resound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">TITYRUS<br>O Meliboeus, 'twas a god vouchsafed<br>This ease to us, for him a god will I<br>Deem ever, and from my folds a tender lamb<br>Oft with its life-blood shall his altar stain.<br>His gift it is that, as your eyes may see,<br>My kine may roam at large, and I myself<br>Play on my shepherd's pipe what songs I will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MELIBOEUS<br>I grudge you not the boon, but marvel more,<br>Such wide confusion fills the country-side.<br>See, sick at heart I drive my she-goats on,<br>And this one, O my Tityrus, scarce can lead:<br>For 'mid the hazel-thicket here but now<br>She dropped her new-yeaned twins on the bare flint,<br>Hope of the flock- an ill, I mind me well,<br>Which many a time, but for my blinded sense,<br>The thunder-stricken oak foretold, oft too<br>From hollow trunk the raven's ominous cry.<br>But who this god of yours? Come, Tityrus, tell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">TITYRUS<br>The city, Meliboeus, they call Rome,<br>I, simpleton, deemed like this town of ours,<br>Whereto we shepherds oft are wont to drive<br>The younglings of the flock: so too I knew<br>Whelps to resemble dogs, and kids their dams,<br>Comparing small with great; but this as far<br>Above all other cities rears her head<br>As cypress above pliant osier towers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MELIBOEUS<br>And what so potent cause took you to Rome?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">TITYRUS<br>Freedom, which, though belated, cast at length<br>Her eyes upon the sluggard, when my beard<br>'Gan whiter fall beneath the barber's blade-<br>Cast eyes, I say, and, though long tarrying, came,<br>Now when, from Galatea's yoke released,<br>I serve but Amaryllis: for I will own,<br>While Galatea reigned over me, I had<br>No hope of freedom, and no thought to save.<br>Though many a victim from my folds went forth,<br>Or rich cheese pressed for the unthankful town,<br>Never with laden hands returned I home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MELIBOEUS<br>I used to wonder, Amaryllis, why<br>You cried to heaven so sadly, and for whom<br>You left the apples hanging on the trees;<br>'Twas Tityrus was away. Why, Tityrus,<br>The very pines, the very water-springs,<br>The very vineyards, cried aloud for you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">TITYRUS<br>What could I do? how else from bonds be freed,<br>Or otherwhere find gods so nigh to aid?<br>There, Meliboeus, I saw that youth to whom<br>Yearly for twice six days my altars smoke.<br>There instant answer gave he to my suit,<br>'Feed, as before, your kine, boys, rear your bulls.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MELIBOEUS<br>So in old age, you happy man, your fields<br>Will still be yours, and ample for your need!<br>Though, with bare stones o'erspread, the pastures all<br>Be choked with rushy mire, your ewes with young<br>By no strange fodder will be tried, nor hurt<br>Through taint contagious of a neighbouring flock.<br>Happy old man, who 'mid familiar streams<br>And hallowed springs, will court the cooling shade!<br>Here, as of old, your neighbour's bordering hedge,<br>That feasts with willow-flower the Hybla bees,<br>Shall oft with gentle murmur lull to sleep,<br>While the leaf-dresser beneath some tall rock<br>Uplifts his song, nor cease their cooings hoarse<br>The wood-pigeons that are your heart's delight,<br>Nor doves their moaning in the elm-tree top.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">TITYRUS<br>Sooner shall light stags, therefore, feed in air,<br>The seas their fish leave naked on the strand,<br>Germans and Parthians shift their natural bounds,<br>And these the Arar, those the Tigris drink,<br>Than from my heart his face and memory fade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MELIBOEUS<br>But we far hence, to burning Libya some,<br>Some to the Scythian steppes, or thy swift flood,<br>Cretan Oaxes, now must wend our way,<br>Or Britain, from the whole world sundered far.<br>Ah! shall I ever in aftertime behold<br>My native bounds- see many a harvest hence<br>With ravished eyes the lowly turf-roofed cot<br>Where I was king? These fallows, trimmed so fair,<br>Some brutal soldier will possess these fields<br>An alien master. Ah! to what a pass<br>Has civil discord brought our hapless folk!<br>For such as these, then, were our furrows sown!<br>Now, Meliboeus, graft your pears, now set<br>Your vines in order! Go, once happy flock,<br>My she-goats, go. Never again shall I,<br>Stretched in green cave, behold you from afar<br>Hang from the bushy rock; my songs are sung;<br>Never again will you, with me to tend,<br>On clover-flower, or bitter willows, browse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">TITYRUS<br>Yet here, this night, you might repose with me,<br>On green leaves pillowed: apples ripe have I,<br>Soft chestnuts, and of curdled milk enow.<br>And, see, the farm-roof chimneys smoke afar,<br>And from the hills the shadows lengthening fall!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Publius+Vergilius+Maro">Publius Vergilius Maro</a><div class=q>
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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 sha..."></div>
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