Georgic

 1    I|        That so the mighty world may welcome thee~Lord of her
 2    I|    hopes to call thee king,~Nor may so dire a lust of sovereignty~
 3    I| life-juice to the tender blades may win;~Or that it hardens
 4    I|    sunshine cried for haste,~He may forestall; the ploughman
 5   II|        than meet~Prolific. Ah I may never such for me~O’er-fertile
 6   II|        Upon the bark, that each may be restored,~As erst it
 7   II|     when all the trees are set,~May tally to perfection. Even
 8   II|          Whereby supported they may learn to mount,~Laugh at
 9   II|      left.~Me before all things may the Muses sweet, ~Whose
10  III|        be tried,~By which I too may lift me from the dust,~And
11  III|       How oft so-e’er yon rival may have chased~The flying foe,
12  III|      the soil’s prolific powers~May not be dulled by surfeiting,
13  III|     snowy bribe of wool, if ear~May trust the tale, Pan, God
14  III|        s shadow, nor soft sward may stir~That heart’s emotion,
15  III|        nor the flesh~With water may they purge, or tame with
16   IV|     play,~The neighbouring bank may lure them from the heat,~
17   IV|        after bridge, where they may footing find~And spread
18   IV|        and at once from far~You may discern what passion sways
19   IV|      the loiterers, and the ear may catch~A sound that mocks
20   IV|     anon~By no uncertain tokens may be told-Forthwith the sick
21   IV|        fast,~Plunge madly as he may, the panting mouth~And nostrils
22   IV|         mother cried;~“His feet may tread the threshold even
23   IV|     thee seize and bind~That he may all the cause of sickness