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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=479704" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Eclogue 7: Meliboeus Corydon Thrysis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Daphnis beneath a rustling ilex-tree<br>Had sat him down; Thyrsis and Corydon<br>Had gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,<br>And Corydon the she-goats swollen with milk-<br>Both in the flower of age, Arcadians both,<br>Ready to sing, and in like strain reply.<br>Hither had strayed, while from the frost I fend<br>My tender myrtles, the he-goat himself,<br>Lord of the flock; when Daphnis I espy!<br>Soon as he saw me, 'Hither haste,' he cried,<br>'O Meliboeus! goat and kids are safe;<br>And, if you have an idle hour to spare,<br>Rest here beneath the shade. Hither the steers<br>Will through the meadows, of their own free will,<br>Untended come to drink. Here Mincius hath<br>With tender rushes rimmed his verdant banks,<br>And from yon sacred oak with busy hum<br>The bees are swarming.' What was I to do?<br>No Phyllis or Alcippe left at home<br>Had I, to shelter my new-weaned lambs,<br>And no slight matter was a singing-bout<br>'Twixt Corydon and Thyrsis. Howsoe'er,<br>I let my business wait upon their sport.<br>So they began to sing, voice answering voice<br>In strains alternate- for alternate strains<br>The Muses then were minded to recall-<br>First Corydon, then Thyrsis in reply.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CORYDON<br>'Libethrian Nymphs, who are my heart's delight,<br>Grant me, as doth my Codrus, so to sing-<br>Next to Apollo he- or if to this<br>We may not all attain, my tuneful pipe<br>Here on this sacred pine shall silent hang.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THYRSIS<br>'Arcadian shepherds, wreathe with ivy-spray<br>Your budding poet, so that Codrus burst<br>With envy: if he praise beyond my due,<br>Then bind my brow with foxglove, lest his tongue<br>With evil omen blight the coming bard.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CORYDON<br>'This bristling boar's head, Delian Maid, to thee,<br>With branching antlers of a sprightly stag,<br>Young Micon offers: if his luck but hold,<br>Full-length in polished marble, ankle-bound<br>With purple buskin, shall thy statue stand.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THYRSIS<br>'A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,<br>Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;<br>Thou art the guardian of a poor man's plot.<br>Wrought for a while in marble, if the flock<br>At lambing time be filled,stand there in gold.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CORYDON<br>'Daughter of Nereus, Galatea mine,<br>Sweeter than Hybla-thyme, more white than swans,<br>Fairer than ivy pale, soon as the steers<br>Shall from their pasture to the stalls repair,<br>If aught for Corydon thou carest, come.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THYRSIS<br>'Now may I seem more bitter to your taste<br>Than herb Sardinian, rougher than the broom,<br>More worthless than strewn sea-weed, if to-day<br>Hath not a year out-lasted! Fie for shame!<br>Go home, my cattle, from your grazing go!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CORYDON<br>'Ye mossy springs, and grass more soft than sleep,<br>And arbute green with thin shade sheltering you,<br>Ward off the solstice from my flock, for now<br>Comes on the burning summer, now the buds<br>Upon the limber vine-shoot 'gin to swell.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THYRSIS<br>'Here is a hearth, and resinous logs, here fire<br>Unstinted, and doors black with ceaseless smoke.<br>Here heed we Boreas' icy breath as much<br>As the wolf heeds the number of the flock,<br>Or furious rivers their restraining banks.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CORYDON<br>'The junipers and prickly chestnuts stand,<br>And 'neath each tree lie strewn their several fruits,<br>Now the whole world is smiling, but if fair<br>Alexis from these hill-slopes should away,<br>Even the rivers you would ; see run dry.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THYRSIS<br>'The field is parched, the grass-blades thirst to death<br>In the faint air; Liber hath grudged the hills<br>His vine's o'er-shadowing: should my Phyllis come,<br>Green will be all the grove, and Jupiter<br>Descend in floods of fertilizing rain.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CORYDON<br>'The poplar doth Alcides hold most dear,<br>The vine Iacchus, Phoebus his own bays,<br>And Venus fair the myrtle: therewithal<br>Phyllis doth hazels love, and while she loves,<br>Myrtle nor bay the hazel shall out-vie.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THYRSIS<br>'Ash in the forest is most beautiful,<br>Pine in the garden, poplar by the stream,<br>Fir on the mountain-height; but if more oft<br>Thou'ldst come to me, fair Lycidas, to thee<br>Both forest-ash, and garden-pine should bow.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MELIBOEUS<br>These I remember, and how Thyrsis strove<br>For victory in vain. From that time forth<br>Is Corydon still Corydon with us.</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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Had sat him down; Thyrsis and Corydon
Had gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,
And Corydon the she-goats swollen with milk-
Both in the flower of age, Arcadians both,
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