“Truth, I had heard[p. 329]
Your loved Menalcas by his songs had saved
All those fair acres, where the hills begin
To sink and droop their ridge with easy slope
Down to the waterside and that old beech
With splintered crest.
”
[46]
On the other hand, in the Bucolics1 he introduces
an allegory without any metaphor:
1 Buc. IX. 7.
Quintilian. With An English Translation. Harold Edgeworth Butler. Cambridge. Cambridge, Mass., Harvard University Press; London, William Heinemann, Ltd. 1922.
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