Georgic

 1    I|    makes Mysia lift her head so high,~Nor Gargarus his own harvests
 2    I|     pole of ours~Still towering high, that other, ‘neath their
 3    I|         take thought to toss on high~With scattering snout the
 4    I| repeated, and full oft~On their high cradles, by some hidden
 5    I|     rush~To battle, nor did the high gods deem it hard~That twice
 6   II|    field,~And foams the vintage high with brimming vats;~Hither,
 7   II|       mounting to the leaves on high, sends forth~A roar to heaven,
 8   II|        bowl~Hylaeus threatening high the Lapithae.~Oh! all too
 9   II|        retards. But if to these~High realms of nature the cold
10   II|         fruit sheds Autumn, and high up~On sunny rocks the mellowing
11  III|         present joy~To lead the high processions to the fane,~
12  III|     Nile,~And columns heaped on high with naval brass.~And Asia’
13  III|       light chaff~Is whirled on high to catch the rising west.~
14  III|       as of yore, for thee~Brim high the snowy milking-pail,
15  III|    frost afar~Heaped seven ells high the earth lies featureless:~
16  III|       who, so long after, still~High Alps and Noric hill-forts
17  III|      the chariots drew~To their high fanes. So, painfully with
18  III|     with strained neck~O’er the high uplands drag the creaking
19   IV|       they burst, they clash on high;~A din arises; they are
20   IV|      plenty heaped his board on high.~He was the first to cull
21   IV|     attend, oft shoulder him on high,~Or with their bodies shield
22   IV|       lagoon-like overflow,~And high o’er furrows they have called
23   IV|     sire,~Sprung from the Gods’ high line, why barest thou me~