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<h3> ECLOGUE VII<br/> </h3>
<h3> MELIBOEUS CORYDON THYRSIS<br/> </h3>
<p class="poem">
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.<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
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."<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
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."<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
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."<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
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."<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
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."<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
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!"<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
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."<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
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."<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
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."<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
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."<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
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."<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
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."<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
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.<br/></p>
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