Georgic

 1    I|      Claws~A space is opening; see! red Scorpio’s self~His
 2    I| boundless harvest-crops~Burst, see! the barns.~But ere our
 3    I|      trees~And grass unbidden. See how from Tmolus comes~The
 4    I|      the brow of its hill-bed,~See! see! he lures the runnel;
 5    I|     brow of its hill-bed,~See! see! he lures the runnel; down
 6    I|      toward, the stars thou’lt see~From heaven shoot headlong,
 7    I| jostling wings. Now mayst thou see~The various ocean-fowl and
 8    I|     when in blazing crock~They see the lamp-oil sputtering
 9    I|        his decline: for oft we see~Upon the sun’s own face
10    I|      beneath the lustral North~See the woods waving. What late
11    I|     helmets, while he gapes to see~Bones as of giants from
12   II|        branches of one kind we see~Change to another’s with
13   II|     but the nearer coast-line; see the shore~Is in our grasp;
14   II|       field~More wains thou’lt see wend home with plodding
15  III|     thy chiefest pains bestow.~See from the first yon high-bred
16  III| hissing throat, down with him! see how low~That cowering crest
17  III|       own limbs mangling tore.~See! as he smokes beneath the
18  III|     speeding to the plain:~But see! his flanks fail under him,
19  III|       Amythaon’s son Melampus. See!~From Stygian darkness launched
20   IV|     the cage-escaped hosts you see~Float heavenward through
21   IV|      forehead for the earth to see,~With foot of scorn spurning