Virgil - Eclogues

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Come, see what pleasures in our plains abound:
The woods, the fountains, and the flow'ry ground:
As you are beauteous, were you half so true,
Here could I live, and love, and die with only you.

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O Meliboeus, it is a god that has made this peaceful life for us.

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The trees are cloth'd with leaves, the fields with grass;
The blossoms blow; the birds on bushes sing;
And Nature has accomplish'd all the spring.

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Love conquers all; let us, too, yield to love.

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Love conquers all things; let us too surrender to Love.

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Now has come the last age according to the oracle at Cumae; the great series of lifetimes starts anew. Now too the virgin goddess returns, the golden days of Saturn's reign return, now a new race is sent down from high heaven.

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We fear not more the winds and wintry cold,
Than streams the banks, or wolves the bleating fold.

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Ah Corydon, Corydon, what madness has caught you?

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It's not in my power to decide such a great dispute between you.

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Time bears away all things, even our minds.

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Round the wide world in banishment we roam,
Forced from our pleasing fields and native home.

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To sing thy praise, would heaven my breath prolong,
Infusing spirits worthy such a song.

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From the great Father of the Gods above
My Muse begins: For all is full of Jove.

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The rest among the Britons he confined;
A race of men from all the world disjoint.

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Calling the great gods cruel, and cruel the stars of the sky.

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A sad thing is a wolf in the fold, rain on ripe corn, wind in the trees, the anger of Amaryllis.

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Who are you running from, you crazy man?…Even gods have lived in the woods like me.

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The Shepherd, Corydon, burned with love for handsome Alexis, his master's favourite, but he was not getting what he hoped for.

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I will be gone from here and sing my songs/ In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,/ And carve in letters on the little trees/ The story of my love, and as the trees/ Will grow letters too will grow, to cry/ In a louder voice the story of my love.

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E'en in mid-harvest, while the jocund swain Pluck'd from the brittle stalk the golden grain, Oft have I seen the war of winds contend, And prone on earth th' infuriate storm descend, Waste far and wide, and by the roots uptorn, The heavy harvest sweep through ether borne, As light straw and rapid stubble fly In dark'ning whirlwinds round the wintry sky.

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Both young Arcadians, both alike inspired
To sing, and answer as the song required.

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Let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious.

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Look over there—smoke rises already from the rooftops
And longer fall the shadows cast by the mountain heights.

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Daphnis, the guest of heaven, with wondering eyes,
Views in the milky way the starry skies,
And far beneath him, from the shining sphere,
Beholds the moving clouds, and rolling year.

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Your descendants shall gather your fruits.

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Begin, baby boy, to recognize your mother with a smile.

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What if Amyntas is dark? Violets are dark, too, and hyacinths.

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The mountain-tops unshorn, the rocks rejoice;
The lowly shrubs partake of human voice.

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O heavenly poet, such thy verse appears,
So sweet, so charming to my ravish'd ears,
As to the weary swain with cares oppress'd,
Beneath the sylvan shade, refreshing rest.

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"Loose me," he cry'd, "'twas impudence to find
A sleeping god, 'tis sacrilege to bind."

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