Georgic

 1    I|     towering high, that other, ‘neath their feet,~By dark Styx
 2    I| river-wise-The Bears that fear ‘neath Ocean’s brim to dip.~There
 3   II|      And swine crunched acorns ‘neath the boughs of elms.~Nor
 4   II|       spark hath fallen, that, ‘neath the unctuous rind~Hid thief-like
 5   II|    winter-suns~So haste to dip ‘neath ocean, or what check~The
 6  III|  beechen axle strain and creak~‘Neath some stout burden, whilst
 7  III|     sour the wine-cup mock.~So ‘neath the seven-starred Hyperborean
 8  III|     himself, be but the tongue~‘Neath his moist palate black,
 9  III|       or some snake, that wont~‘Neath shade and sheltering roof
10   IV|      the shores they love.~For ‘neath the shade of tall Oebalia’
11   IV|          And they nor fruitful’ neath the plodding steer,~Meet
12   IV|         Confide in heaven, but ‘neath the city walls~Safe-circling
13   IV|     Their wings they fray, and ‘neath the burden yield~Their liberal
14   IV|    leave him there to lie.~But ‘neath his ribs they scatter broken
15   IV|         And loathly sea-calves ‘neath the surge he feeds.~Him
16   IV|     saucy youth~Thee, Tityrus, ‘neath the spreading beech tree’