Georgic

 1    I|    fibres, springs to trickle blood,~And high-built cities night-long
 2    I|  should be fattening with our blood.~Ay, and the time will come
 3    I|     the full and long ago~Our blood thy Trojan perjuries hath
 4   II|      nature the cold curdling blood~About my heart bar access,
 5   II|  benches: bathed in brothers’ blood~Men revel, and, all delights
 6  III|      follows wound; the black blood laves their limbs;~Horns
 7  III|    the up-stabbing knife with blood was stained,~Scarce sullied
 8  III|  either nostril streams~Black blood; a rough tongue clogs the
 9   IV|      And Procne smirched with blood upon the breast~From her
10   IV|       of Arcady, even how~The blood of slaughtered bullocks
11   IV| throats let gush the victims’ blood,~And in the greenwood leave