delicias domini, nec quid speraret habebat.
tantum inter densas, umbrosa cacumina, fagos
adsidue ueniebat. ibi haec incondita solus
montibus et siluis studio iactabat inani;
'O crudelis Alexi, nihil mea carmina curas?
nil nostri miserere? mori me denique cogis?"
tantum inter densas, umbrosa cacumina, fagos
adsidue ueniebat. ibi haec incondita solus
montibus et siluis studio iactabat inani;
'O crudelis Alexi, nihil mea carmina curas?
nil nostri miserere? mori me denique cogis?"
Publius Vergilius Maro - 39 BC
Les Bucoliques
"Le berger Corydon brûlait pour le bel Alexis, les délices de son maître, et il n'avait pas ce qu'il espérait. Seulement il venait tous les jours sous les cimes ombreuses des hêtres épais; là, seul, sans art, il jetait aux monts, aux forêts cette plainte perdue : "O cruel Alexis, tu dédaignes mes chants, tu n'es point touché de ma peine; à la fin, tu me feras mourir."
The Ecloges
"The shepherd Corydon with love was fired
For fair Alexis, his own master's joy:
No room for hope had he, yet, none the less,
The thick-leaved shadowy-soaring beech-tree grove
Still would he haunt, and there alone, as thus,
To woods and hills pour forth his artless strains.
"Cruel Alexis, heed you naught my songs?
Have you no pity? you'll drive me to my death. "
The Ecloges
"The shepherd Corydon with love was fired
For fair Alexis, his own master's joy:
No room for hope had he, yet, none the less,
The thick-leaved shadowy-soaring beech-tree grove
Still would he haunt, and there alone, as thus,
To woods and hills pour forth his artless strains.
"Cruel Alexis, heed you naught my songs?
Have you no pity? you'll drive me to my death. "
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