Georgic

 1    I|              Oft, too, ’twill boot to fire the naked fields,~And the
 2    I|             food derives, or that the fire~Bakes every blemish out,
 3    I|               leaves their honey, put fire away,~And curbed the random
 4    I|            win, and strike out hidden fire~From the flint’s heart.
 5    I|              to boil at howso small a fire.~Yet, culled with caution,
 6    I|               Cretan star, a crown of fire, depart,~Or e’er the furrow’
 7    I|            sunlight, fervent aye~From fire; on either side to left
 8    I|              corn to parch~Before the fire; now bruise it with the
 9    I|            murky night~Long trails of fire white-glistening in their
10    I|        fiery-red;~If spots with ruddy fire begin to mix,~Then all the
11    I|               And roll down globes of fire and molten rocks!~A clash
12    I|             blazed so oft the comet’s fire of bale.~Therefore a second
13   II|          bulls~With nostrils snorting fire upturned the sod~Sown with
14   II|             all the grove in robes of fire, and gross~With pitch-black
15   II|            the sward,~Where round the fire his comrades crown the bowl,~
16  III|               and roll out wreaths of fire.~Dense is his mane, that
17  III|             to the encounter come,~As fire in stubble blusters without
18  III|             strength with smouldering fire, till he forget~Both grass
19  III|             birds,~Rush to the raging fire: love sways them all.~Never
20  III|     relentless might~Stirs the fierce fire within his veins? Behold!~
21  III|            marrow first conceives~The fire, in Spring-tide chiefly,
22  III|              and elm-trees whole, and fire them there,~There play the
23  III|           into the dry,~Rolls eyes of fire and rages through the fields,~
24  III|               Then are their eyes all fire, deep-drawn their breath,~
25  III|        reinvigorate but with frenzy’s fire,~Even at death’s pinch—
26  III|              they purge, or tame with fire,~Nor shear the fleeces even,
27   IV| gold-burnished flakes will shine like fire,~For twofold are their kinds,
28   IV|             the tongue the wine-god’s fire.~But when the swarms fly
29   IV|           billow, as ravening tide of fire~Surges, shut fast within
30   IV|          thickness boiled~By a fierce fire, or juice of raisin-grapes~
31   IV|              homestead fling~Pitiless fire; make havoc of my crops;~
32   IV|               streams;~Thrice Vesta’s fire with nectar clear she dashed,~
33   IV|            forth~A crackling sound of fire, and so shake of~The fetters,
34   IV|              to every wondrous thing,~Fire and a fearful beast, and