Georgic

 1    I|     the skies shall hold thee soon,~Whether to watch o’er cities
 2    I|     the mighty forest-glades.~Soon one with hand-net scourges
 3    I|     food~Dodona gave no more. Soon, too, the corn~Gat sorrow’
 4    I| farmer’s door, ~Much that had soon with sunshine cried for
 5    I|      both at rising, and when soon ~He dives beneath the waves,
 6   II|    the trees, and eke whereto~Soon to translate them, lest
 7   II|      rolls the circling year.~Soon as the vine her lingering
 8   II|      Peace.~Apples, moreover, soon as first they feel ~Their
 9  III|    nor the maid he loves,~Too soon to die on his untimely pyre.~
10  III| froths the pail,~More copious soon the teat-pressed torrents
11  III|     to pasture in the glades,~Soon as the day-star shineth,
12  III|   march beneath a cruel load;~Soon with tents pitched and at
13  III|    void of his insatiate maw.~Soon as the fens are parched,
14  III|     seemed~To save the dying: soon this too proved their bane,~
15   IV|    pours into the purple sea.~Soon as the chamber’s hanging
16   IV|     seek the grove again, and soon~For pardon found adore Eurydice~