Georgic

 1    I|      harvests so admire.~Why tell of him, who, having launched
 2    I|     for thine hunger.~Now to tell    ~The sturdy rustics’
 3    I|   drifting ice.~What need to tell of autumn’s storms and stars, ~
 4   II|    being. Nay, marvellous to tell,~Lopped of its limbs, the
 5   II| telling, nor doth it boot to tell;~Who lists to know it, he
 6   II|      Saba’s sons’ alone; why tell to thee~Of balsams oozing
 7   II|     to recognize now hear me tell.~Dost ask if loose or passing
 8   II|    will its taste the secret tell,~And with a harsh twang
 9  III|    or the breed of dogs?~Why tell how timorous stags the battle
10  III|   oft unmated, marvellous to tell,~But of the wind impregnate,
11   IV|       But sudden, strange to tell~A portent they espy: through