Bucolics
Bucolics
by Virgil
ECLOGUE I
MELIBOEUS TITYRUS
MELIBOEUS
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 shade, and, at your call,
"Fair Amaryllis" bid the woods resound.
TITYRUS
O Meliboeus, 'twas a god vouchsafed
This ease to us, for hi ...