Georgic

 1    I|    With Vulcan’s aid boils the sweet must-juice down,~And skims
 2    I|  mellowest then;~Then sleep is sweet, and dark the shadows fall~
 3    I|       the leaves they riot; so sweet it is,~When showers are
 4   II|       that’s rich,~In moisture sweet exulting, and the plain~
 5   II|       all things may the Muses sweet, ~Whose rites I bear with
 6   II|       Meanwhile about his lips sweet children cling;~His chaste
 7  III|        and pursuing breath;~So sweet is fame, so prized the victor’
 8  III|      leanness, and when love’s sweet longing first~Provokes them,
 9  III|  udders’ fullness on their own sweet young.~But if fierce squadrons
10  III|       indeed full oft~With her sweet charms can lovers proud
11  III|        full cribs their lives’ sweet breath resign;~Hence on
12   IV|      that in Spring,~Their own sweet Spring-tide, when the new-made
13   IV| surface. Hence it is~With some sweet rapture, that we know not
14   IV|      season, thou shalt strain~Sweet honey, nor yet so sweet
15   IV|        Sweet honey, nor yet so sweet as passing clear,~And mellowing
16   IV|       which, led by the shrill sweet strains~Of the Curetes and
17   IV|      the clear-strained nectar sweet.~Some, too, the wardship
18   IV|        How glows the work!~How sweet the honey smells of perfumed
19   IV|       and the stealth~Of Mars’ sweet rapine, and from Chaos old~
20   IV|       locks~Breathed effluence sweet, and a lithe vigour leapt~
21   IV|     the hollow shell,~Thee his sweet wife on the lone shore alone,~
22   IV|      heaven.~I Virgil then, of sweet Parthenope~The nursling,