Georgic

1    I| husbandmen; in winter’s dust the crops~Exceedingly rejoice, the
2    I|         idler in the fields; the crops die down;~Upsprings instead
3    I|          rain floods the smiling crops,~The oxen’s labour: now
4    I|      from the deep,~To trees and crops and cattle bringing bane.~
5   II|      shepherds shade,~Fences for crops, and food for honey yield.~
6   II|       Ceres’ wheaten sheaf,~With crops the furrow loads, and bursts
7  III|          thy hand pluck from the crops.~Nor shall the brood-kine,
8   IV|  Pitiless fire; make havoc of my crops;~Burn the young plants,