Georgic

 1    I|      tilth makes Mysia lift her head so high,~Nor Gargarus his
 2    I| plenteous spray,~Now duck their head beneath the wave, now run~
 3    I|       had pity, when his bright head he veiled~In iron-hued darkness,
 4   II|     thee.~Those that lift their head    ~Into the realms of light
 5   II|      god hath turned his comely head.~Therefore to Bacchus duly
 6  III|    raw-hide glove;~Whilst I, my head with stripped green olive
 7  III|       is goodliest, with coarse head~And burly neck, whose hanging
 8  III|    lofty-necked,~With clean-cut head, short belly, and stout
 9  III|       higher that all-devouring head.~With bleat of flocks and
10   IV|       rest put forth her auburn head,~Peering above the wave-top,
11   IV|       marble neck, his drifting head,~The death-chilled tongue