Eclogue I So in old age, you happy man, your fields will still be yours, and ample for your need! Though, with bare stones o’erspread, the pastures all be choked with rushy mire, your ewes with young by no strange fodder will be tried, nor hurt through taint contagious of a neighbouring flock. Happy old man, who ‘mid familiar streams and hallowed springs, will court the cooling shade! Here, as […]
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