Georgic

 1    I|        bruise it with the stone.~Nay even on holy days some tasks
 2   II|        earth~That gave it being. Nay, marvellous to tell,~Lopped
 3   II|      would comprehend the whole,~Nay, though a hundred tongues,
 4   II|       the young plants estrange.~Nay, even the quarter of the
 5   II|       can Bacchus’ gifts afford?~Nay, Bacchus even to crime hath
 6  III| sand-lees from their sunken bed.~Nay, every race on earth of
 7  III|         north wind’s icy breath!~Nay, never sun disparts the
 8  III|       thence could answer yield;~Nay, scarce the up-stabbing
 9   IV|         yet thou call’st me son.~Nay, then, arise! With thine
10   IV|        and when it died he sang.~Nay to the jaws of Taenarus
11   IV|          barrier poured between.~Nay, even the deep Tartarean
12   IV|         the trembling listener: “Nay, my son,~From that sad bosom