Poet: Publius Vergilius Maro (Virgil)
Dates: 15 October 70BC – 21 September 19BC
Title of Poem: Eclogue 1: Meliboeus Tityrus
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.
O Meliboeus, ’twas a god vouchsafed
This ease to us, for him a god will I
Deem ever, and from my folds a tender lamb
Oft with its life-blood shall his altar stain.
His gift it is that, as your eyes may see,
My kine may roam at large, and I myself
Play on my shepherd’s pipe what songs I will.
I grudge you not the boon, but marvel more,
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