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Eclogue IV – Virgil

POLLIO  Muses of Sicily, essay we now  A somewhat loftier task! Not all men love  Coppice or lowly tamarisk: sing we woods,  Woods worthy of a Consul let them be.  Now the last age by Cumae’s Sibyl sung  Has come … Continue reading

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Eclogue X – Virgil

GALLUS  This now, the very latest of my toils,  Vouchsafe me, Arethusa! needs must I  Sing a brief song to Gallus- brief, but yet  Such as Lycoris’ self may fitly read.  Who would not sing for Gallus? So, when thou  … Continue reading

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The Aeneid, Book I – Virgil

Arms and the man I sing Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate  And haughty Juno’s unrelenting hate,  Expelled and exiled, left the Trojan shore.  Long labors, both by sea and land, he bore;  And in the … Continue reading

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First Georgic [Excerpt] – Virgil

When spring begins and the ice-locked streams begin  To flow down from the snowy hills above  And the clods begin to crumble in the breeze,  The time has come for my groaning ox to drag  My heavy plow across the … Continue reading

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Eclogue VI – Virgil

TO VARUS  First my Thalia stooped in sportive mood  To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within  The woods to house her. When I sought to tell  Of battles and of kings, the Cynthian god  Plucked at mine ear and warned me: … Continue reading

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Eclogue VII – Virgil

MELIBOEUS, CORYDON, THYRSIS  Daphnis beneath a rustling ilex-tree  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,  Ready to … Continue reading

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Eclogue VIII – Virgil

TO POLLIO, DAMON, ALPHESIBOEUS  Of Damon and Alphesiboeus now,  Those shepherd-singers at whose rival strains  The heifer wondering forgot to graze,  The lynx stood awe-struck, and the flowing streams,  Unwonted loiterers, stayed their course to hear-  How Damon and Alphesiboeus … Continue reading

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