Georgic

1    I|       chance~His arms to slacken, lo! with headlong force~The
2    I|       wings~The light air winnow, lo! fierce, implacable,~Nisus
3   II|       plump clusters swollen.~But lo! how many kinds, and what
4   II|           stubborn anvil set.~But lo! a boundless space we have
5  III| worst-hued white~And sorrel. Then lo! if arms are clashed afar,~
6  III|   south-winds earth~Is moistened, lo! he haunts the pools, and
7   IV|           bid me hope for heaven?~Lo! even the crown of this
8   IV|    wrought~On me, alas! and thee? Lo! once again~The unpitying