Georgic

 1    I|         bees;-~Such are my themes.~O universal lights    ~Most
 2    I|    constrains thee, hear~And help, O lord of Tegea! And thou,
 3    I|        thee soon,~Whether to watch o’er cities be thy will,~Great
 4    I|        from Epirus the prize-palms~O’ the mares of Elis.~Such
 5    I|        soil,~And shower foul ashes o’er the exhausted fields.~
 6    I|         hurdles osier-twined~Hales o’er them; from the far Olympian
 7    I|       falls,~Waking hoarse murmurs o’er the polished stones,~
 8    I|            who lest the heavy ears~O’erweigh the stalk, while
 9    I|            the car at lowest: then o’er the hearth~The wood they
10    I|             No less than those who o’er the windy main~Borne
11    I|         throat~Thrice, four times, o’er repeated, and full oft~
12    I|             In billowy floods boil o’er the Cyclops’ fields,~
13    I|      barriers poured~Still quicken o’er the course, and, idly
14   II| slow-maturing olive. Hither haste,~O Father of the wine-press;
15   II|        with brimming vats;~Hither, O Father of the wine-press,
16   II|       fruits, lest earth~Lie idle. O blithe to make all Ismarus~
17   II|      voyage of toil~I am bound on, O my glory, O thou that art~
18   II|           am bound on, O my glory, O thou that art~Justly the
19   II|           with pear-bloom whitened o’er,~And swine crunched acorns ‘
20   II|          and early-ripes,~And how, O Rhaetian, shall I hymn thy
21   II|         war-horse stepping proudly o’er the plain;~Hence thy
22   II|            cleared the timber, and o’erthrown the copse~That
23   II|            I may never such for me~O’er-fertile prove, or make
24   II|       winds;~Soft moisture spreads o’er all things, and the blades~
25   II|           Beside harsh winters and o’erpowering sun,~Wild buffaloes
26   II|       invoke~Thee with glad hymns, O Bacchus, and to thee~Hang
27   II|            fruit,~Till hollow vale o’erflows, and gorge profound,~
28   II|         weeds with stifling briers o’ergrow the crop;~And each
29   II|          Taygete,~By Spartan maids o’er-revelled! Oh, for one,~
30   II|         shield me with his boughs’ o’ershadowing might!~Happy,
31   II|       hoards his wealth and broods o’er buried gold;~One at the
32   II|            respite! still the year o’erflows with fruit,~Or young
33   II|         keeps holy days; stretched o’er the sward,~Where round
34   II|            space we have travelled o’er; ~’Tis time our steaming
35  III|            than then more fiercely o’er the plain~Prowls heedless
36  III|    timorous stags the battle join?~O’er all conspicuous is the
37  III|           impregnate, far and wide~O’er craggy height and lowly
38  III|        fleece,~And seek some other o’er the teeming plain.~Even
39  III|       their baying, and drive,~And o’er the mountains urge into
40  III|            they smear their bodies o’er~With acrid oil-lees,
41  III|      wretched limbs together, anon o’erflowed~A watery flux,
42  III|             and with strained neck~O’er the high uplands drag
43  III|      blisters and an unclean sweat o’erran~His noisome limbs,
44   IV|       hurrying run,~Some palm-tree o’er the porch extend its
45   IV|    befriend with hospitable shade.~O’er the mid-waters, whether
46   IV|        roam the glades and forests o’er,~Rifle the painted flowers,
47   IV|           s inmost depth.~But if t o battle they have hied them
48   IV|         bees~And their full swarms o’erflowed, and first was
49   IV|         harvesting. For some~Watch o’er the victualling of the
50   IV|     lagoon-like overflow,~And high o’er furrows they have called
51   IV|            forth ~This art for us, O Muses? of man’s skill~Whence
52   IV|          banished from thy breast?~O! wherefore didst thou bid
53   IV|     Phyllodoce,~Their glossy locks o’er snowy shoulders shed,~
54   IV|           Fair Clymene was telling o’er the tale~Of Vulcan’s
55   IV|         the region with her wrongs o’erflows.~No love, no new
56   IV|           Euphrates, and bare rule o’er willing folk~Though vanquished,