Georgic

 1    I|     Burst, see! the barns.~But ere our metal cleave    ~An
 2    I|       earth~Less fruitful just ere Arcturus rise~With shallower
 3    I|         which, full tale, long ere the time~Thou must with
 4    I|     would not. Many have begun~Ere Maia’s star be setting;
 5   II| grafted; so have barren planes ere now~Stout apples borne,
 6   II|        Bare to the north wind, ere thou plant therein~The vine’
 7   II|       autumn’s earliest frost,~Ere the swift sun-steeds touch
 8   II|       the sevenfold hills.~Ay, ere the reign of Dicte’s king,
 9   II|     the reign of Dicte’s king, ere men,~Waxed godless, banqueted
10  III|     must I gird me to rehearse ere long~The fiery fights of
11  III|       s rites, Lucina’s pangs,~Ere ten years ended, after four
12  III|     and at his post he stands,~Ere looked for by the foe. Not
13  III|    darkling or at sunset, this ere morn~They bear away in baskets—
14  III|      knife check the mischief, ere it creep~With dire contagion
15   IV|     ripe fruits in autumn; and ere yet~Winter had ceased in
16   IV|     winds bid the waters flow,~Ere flush the meadows with new
17   IV|    meadows with new tints, and ere~The twittering swallow buildeth
18   IV|    great cry leapt on him, and ere he rose~Forestalled him