Georgic

 1    I|        Goddesses,~Who make the fields your care, both ye who nurse~
 2    I|        Greece admire~Elysium’s fields, and Proserpine not heed~
 3    I| alternate years~The new-reaped fields to rest, and on the plain~
 4    I|       ashes o’er the exhausted fields.~Thus by rotation like repose
 5    I|   twill boot to fire the naked fields,~And the light stubble burn
 6    I|     Well, I wot,~He serves the fields who with his harrow breaks~
 7    I|   bubblings slakes the thirsty fields?~Or why of him, who lest
 8    I|       to stagnate. Before Jove~Fields knew no taming hand of husbandmen;~
 9    I|     his spines~An idler in the fields; the crops die down;~Upsprings
10    I|     light stubble, and parched fields by night;~For nights the
11    I|       the farmer to his yellow fields~The reaping-hind came bringing,
12    I|   Eurus and of Zephyr, all the fields~With brimming dikes are
13    I|  floods boil o’er the Cyclops’ fields,~And roll down globes of
14    I|    honour hath the plough;~The fields, their husbandmen led far
15   II|       II~Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heaven;~Now
16   II|     with clear space amid open fields:~Now the tree-mother’s towering
17   II|   hill-sides, where are thorny fields~Of meagre marl and gravel,
18   II|        by~Of oleaster, and the fields strewn wide~With woodland
19   II|  Tarentum’s glades and distant fields,~Or such a plain as luckless
20   II|       vine’s prolific kindred. Fields whose soil~Is crumbling
21   II|     ice-bound winter locks the fields, nor lets~The young plant
22   II|       yields increase, and the fields~Unlock their bosoms to the
23   II|      sets thou plantest in thy fields, thereon~Strew refuse rich,
24   II|     the hot dog-star chaps the fields with drought.~The slips
25   II|        Oh! blithe the sight of fields beholden not~To rake or
26   II|      heart bar access, then be fields~And stream-washed vales
27   II|       the boughs,~And what the fields, of their own bounteous
28  III|     fire and rages through the fields,~Furious from thirst and
29  III|  behold,~And Iapydian Timavus’ fields,~Ay, still behold the shepherds’
30   IV|   Galaesus laves the yellowing fields,~An old man once I mind
31   IV|        fragments over the wide fields.~Then too, even then, what
32   IV|       of the tilth of furrowed fields, ~Of flocks and trees, while