Georgic

1    I|   gins to trim his his ‘lated fires.~Hence under doubtful skies
2    I|     moon recalls her rallying fires,~If dark the air clipped
3   II| Pine-torches, and the nightly fires are fed~And shoot forth
4   IV|       goblets; with Panchaian fires~Upleap the altars; then
5   IV|      sun has lit his noontide fires,~When the blades thirst,
6   IV|   prevent not, fans thy penal fires,~Yet madly raging for his
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