Georgic

 1    I|    twice the frost has felt;~Ay, that’s the land whose boundless
 2    I|    fattening with our blood.~Ay, and the time will come
 3   II|  which the Tmolian bows him, ay, and king~Phanaeus too,
 4   II| silver, mines of copper ore,~Ay, and with gold hath flowed
 5   II|  Scipios, stubborn warriors, ay, and thee,~Great Caesar,
 6   II|    Regarding, let your land, ay, long before,~Scorch to
 7   II|       Twas Spring-tide then, ay, Spring, the mighty world~
 8   II|      and pestering goats for ay~Besport them, sheep and
 9   II|  breast the sevenfold hills.~Ay, ere the reign of Dicte’
10  III|    hand that claps his neck.~Ay, thus far let him learn
11  III|     steer thy choice be set.~Ay, therefore ’tis they banish
12  III|  teat-pressed torrents flow.~Ay, and on Cinyps’ bank the
13  III|    Iapydian Timavus’ fields,~Ay, still behold the shepherds’
14   IV|      We nymphs do reverence, ay, and Nereus old;~For all