Two cups, with new milk foaming, year by year; Two goblets filled with richest olive-oil: And, first with much wine making glad the At the fireside in snowtime, 'neath the trees And this shalt thou lack never: when we pay 80 The Nymphs our vows, and when we cleanse the fields. While boars haunt mountain-heights, and fishes Bees feed on thyme, and grasshoppers on dew, Mo. What can I give thee, what, for such a song? Less sweet to me the coming South-wind's sigh, The sea-wave breaking on the shore, the noise Of rivers, rushing through the stony vales. Me. First I shall offer you this brittle pipe. 90 This taught me how to sing, "For one fair face:" This taught me "Whose flock? Melibaus's?" Mo. Take thou this crook; which oft Antigenes Asked-and he then was loveable-in vain ; ECLOGUE VI. My muse first stooped to trifle, like the Greek's, Smit by great love, should one read this my lay Then with thee, Varus, shall our myrtle-groves, On, sisters! -Chromis and Mnasylus saw (Two lads) Silents in a cave asleep: As usual, swoln with yesterday's debauch. ΙΟ Just where it fell his garland lay hard by; 20 Fetters to bind him. Ægle makes a third, Move to the music Faun and forest-beast, And tall oaks bow their heads. Not so delights Parnassus in Apollo: not so charmed At Orpheus Rhodope and Ismarus. For this he sang:-How, drawn from that vast void, Gathered the germs of earth and air and sea I And liquid flame. How the Beginning sprang Thence, and the young world waxed into a ball. Then Earth, grown harder, walled the sea-god off In seas, and slowly took substantial form: 40 Till on an awed world dawned the wondrous sun, A wild beast wandering over hills unknown. The stolen fire, the eagles of the rock, He sings and then, beside what spring last seen The sailors called for Hylas-till the shore All rang with 'Hylas,' 'Hylas :'-and consoles To find the ploughman's gear about her neck, |