Georgic

 1    I|       red Scorpio’s self~His arms draws in, yea, and hath
 2    I|    shallop, if he chance~His arms to slacken, lo! with headlong
 3    I|     molten rocks!~A clash of arms through all the heaven was
 4    I|   neighbouring cities are in arms,~The laws that bound them
 5   II|  near with rippling sheen of arms~The wide earth flickers,
 6   II|    all,~Stretching its titan arms and branches far,~Sole central
 7   II|       and heaven’s relenting arms~Yield earth a welcome.~For
 8   II|   whom~Far from the clash of arms all-equal earth~Pours from
 9  III|     our Quirinus’ conquering arms, and there~Surging with
10  III|      And sorrel. Then lo! if arms are clashed afar,~Bide still
11  III|     And taught the knight in arms to spurn the ground,~And
12  III|    with him, house and home,~Arms, Cretan quiver, and Amyclaean
13  III|  keen Roman in his country’s arms~Plies the swift march beneath
14   IV| strength uplift their sinewy arms,~Or twist the iron with