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1 III| Betwixt the loitering carles a-dying fell:~Or, if betimes the 2 IV| transplanted tall-grown elms a-row,~Time-toughened pear, thorns 3 II| bird long-bodied snakes abhor,~Or on the eve of autumn’ 4 II| from its bed; unshaken it abides,~Sees many a generation, 5 IV| your bees a settled sure abode, ~Where neither winds can 6 III| sluggish furrows, but eagerly absorb~Their fill of love, and 7 III| by corruption to itself absorbed.~Oft in mid sacrifice to 8 II| Strew refuse rich, and with abundant earth~Take heed to hide 9 II| and with gold hath flowed abundantly.~A land that reared a valiant 10 I| the jaws~Of oyster-rife Abydos. When the Scales~Now poising 11 I| Styx frowned on, and the abysmal shades.~Here glides the 12 II| blood~About my heart bar access, then be fields~And stream-washed 13 | According 14 III| founder, lord~Of Cynthus. And accursed Envy there~Shall dread the 15 IV| When Proteus seeking his accustomed cave~Strode from the billows: 16 II| and the Clanian flood,~Acerrae’s desolation and her bane.~ 17 I| new-found gift,~The draughts of Achelous; and ye Fauns~To rustics 18 II| the loud roar of greedy Acheron.~Blest too is he who knows 19 II| proud,~Of mighty toil the achievement, town on town~Up rugged 20 III| steeds of Mars,~And famed Achilles’ team: in such-like form~ 21 II| breed~Of savage lion, nor aconite betrays~Its hapless gatherers, 22 I| earth once changed~Chaonian acorn for the plump wheat-ear,~ 23 II| bruise~The Sicyonian berry; acorn-cheered~The swine troop homeward; 24 IV| from the shaken oak its acorn-shower.~Conspicuous by their wings 25 II| use by method for itself acquired.~One, sliving suckers from 26 IV| deem they honey’s proud acquist.~Therefore, though each 27 III| smear their bodies o’er~With acrid oil-lees, and mix silver-scum~ 28 | across 29 I| reaping-hind came bringing, even in act~To lop the brittle barley 30 IV| Orithyia wept,~Daughter of Acte old. But Orpheus’ self,~ 31 II| the tree~Strange leaves admires and fruitage not its own.~ 32 IV| and soon~For pardon found adore Eurydice~With a slain calf 33 III| presage doom.~But, if the advancing plague ‘gin fiercer grow,~ 34 IV| skill~Whence came the new adventure? From thy vale,~Peneian 35 IV| black mud fattens and makes Aegypt green,~That whole domain 36 IV| backward told.~Moreover, not Aegyptus, nor the realm~Of boundless 37 II| the fruitful seed.~Then Aether, sire omnipotent, leaps 38 III| bridge,~By no vain noise affrighted; lofty-necked,~With clean-cut 39 IV| reckless in youth’s hardihood, affront~Our portals? or what wouldst 40 III| watch,~Dread nightly thief afold and ravening wolves,~Or 41 IV| with dainties, and set on afresh~The brimming goblets; with 42 III| boundless. All his goods~The Afric swain bears with him, house 43 III| Makes prelude of the battle; afterward,~With strength repaired 44 IV| Or in the cavern of an age-hewn tree.~Thou not the less 45 IV| suffering him compose his aged limbs,~With a great cry 46 III| speed his name~Through ages, countless as to Caesar’ 47 I| not. To the full and long ago~Our blood thy Trojan perjuries 48 II| heavy fruit,~The ploughshare aiding; therewithal thou’lt rear~ 49 IV| But when the swarms fly aimlessly abroad, ~Disport themselves 50 IV| IV~Of air-born honey, gift of heaven, I 51 II| coursing through the boughs~And airy summits reigns victoriously,~ 52 III| the ilex-bowers~Of green Alburnus swarms a winged pest-Its 53 II| Apples and the forests of Alcinous;~Nor from like cuttings 54 II| keen-furrowing steel;~Light alder floats upon the boiling 55 I| streams were ware~Of hollowed alder-hulls: the sailor then~Their names 56 II| water-courses have their birth,~Alders in miry fens; on rocky heights~ 57 II| country seek~Beneath an alien sun. The husbandman~With 58 IV| each into his starry rank,~Alive they soar, and mount the 59 III| Still rearing higher that all-devouring head.~With bleat of flocks 60 IV| ether; for God permeates all-Earth, and wide ocean, and the 61 II| Far from the clash of arms all-equal earth~Pours from the ground 62 III| till sunset, when cool eve~Allays the air, and dewy moonbeams 63 II| trees their native lands~Allotted are; no clime but India 64 III| wills and plastic youth allow.~And first of slender withies 65 IV| breath of saffron flowers~Allure them, and the lord of Hellespont,~ 66 III| stay; the dun sand whirls aloft;~They reek with foam-flakes 67 | already 68 III| for breeding, or devote~As altar-victims, or to cleave the ground~ 69 I| Then thou shalt suffer in alternate years~The new-reaped fields 70 II| the rostra stares in blank amaze;~One gaping sits transported 71 IV| on their glassy thrones~Amazement held them all; but Arethuse~ 72 III| rock-channelled flood,~More pure than amber speeding to the plain:~But 73 IV| So saying, an odour of ambrosial dew ~She sheds around, and 74 III| creaking wains.~No wolf for ambush pries about the pen,~Nor 75 I| forks, and willow-bands~Amerian for the bending vine prepare.~ 76 II| where the buds push forth~Amidst the bark, and burst the 77 II| with Falernian bins.~Vines Aminaean too, best-bodied wine,~To 78 III| will I hymn, and thee,~Amphrysian shepherd, worthy to be sung,~ 79 III| reined and tamed~By Pollux of Amyclae; such the pair~In Grecian 80 III| Arms, Cretan quiver, and Amyclaean dog;~As some keen Roman 81 III| sprung from Phillyron,~And Amythaon’s son Melampus. See!~From 82 II| we sing~Meet honour with ancestral hymns, and cates~And dishes 83 IV| Its inmost creeks— safe anchorage from of old~For tempest-taken 84 III| shadowy vale,~Where some vast ancient-timbered oak of Jove~Spreads his 85 IV| whence to breed the race anew,~’Tis time the wondrous 86 I| tempest, heaped and grim~With angry showers: down falls the 87 IV| father Tiber, and whence Anio’s flood,~And Hypanis that 88 I| Never at unawares did shower annoy:~Or, as it rises, the high-soaring 89 I| then~Receive, and millet’s annual care returns,~What time 90 IV| the great Mother: on the anointed spots~Themselves will settle, 91 | another 92 II| transported by the cheers,~The answering cheers of plebs and senate 93 III| top the surface with their antler-points.~These with no hounds they 94 III| urge into the toils~Some antlered monster to their chiming 95 III| mine own country from the Aonian height;~I, Mantua, first 96 IV| flood, if he thou sayest,~Apollo, lord of Thymbra, be my 97 IV| and cheer their flagging appetite~To taste the well-known 98 II| transformed the ingrafted apple yield,~And stony cornels 99 IV| the shrine he came,~The appointed altars reared, and thither 100 III| the suns~Of winter, when Aquarius’ icy beam~Now sinks in showers 101 II| tamed,~And Eastern homes of Arabs, and tattooed~Geloni; to 102 I| of Celeus old,~Hurdles of arbute, and thy mystic fan,~Iacchus; 103 III| thence~I bid the goats with arbute-leaves be stored,~And served with 104 II| the deep.~But the rough arbutus with walnut-fruit~Is grafted; 105 IV| footsteps; but the wave~Arched mountain-wise closed round 106 II| have his eyes beheld,~Nor archives of the people. Others vex~ 107 I| and Lycaon’s child~Bright Arctos; how with nooses then was 108 III| pride.~Each task alike is arduous, and for each~A horse young, 109 IV| length laid by,~Fleet-footed Arethusa. But in their midst~Fair 110 IV| Amazement held them all; but Arethuse~Before the rest put forth 111 II| and, lesser of that name,~Argitis, wherewith not a grape can 112 II| that~Which from shed seed ariseth, upward wins~But slowly, 113 II| ever in its own green grass arrayed,~Mars not the metal with 114 III| years ended, when the fourth arrives,~Now let him tarry not to 115 II| remotest nook,~Where not an arrow-shot can cleave the air~Above 116 III| Gargarus, past the loud Ascanian flood;~They climb the mountains, 117 II| glory, as I sing~The song of Ascra through the towns of Rome.~ 118 II| Both hardy hazels and huge ash, the tree~That rims with 119 II| shafts of whittled wand,~And ashen poles and sturdy forks to 120 I| thirsty soil,~And shower foul ashes o’er the exhausted fields.~ 121 I| windless be, while safe ashore~Shall sailors pay their 122 III| winged pest-Its Roman name Asilus, by the Greeks~Termed Oestros— 123 IV| will grant~Peace to thine asking, and an end of wrath.~But 124 I| plenty-cheap~The creeping ass’s ribs his driver packs,~ 125 II| rein~Launched on the void, assail it not as yet~With keen-edged 126 III| stand, the offspring of Assaracus,~And great names of the 127 IV| passions and such fierce assaults~A little sprinkled dust 128 III| Taygete; and hark! the assenting groves~With peal on peal 129 III| rear.~And oft the shy wild asses thou wilt chase,~With hounds, 130 I| herself in various rank assigns ~The days for labour lucky: 131 II| Grim masks of hollowed bark assume, invoke~Thee with glad hymns, 132 II| wool distained~With drugs Assyrian, nor clear olive’s use~With 133 III| and with scales~Erect the astonied water-worms. The air~Brooks 134 I| increase, that an evil blight~Ate up the stalks, and thistle 135 I| terror; he with flaming brand~Athos, or Rhodope, or Ceraunian 136 I| corn-ears wholly given,~Let Atlas’ daughters hide them in 137 IV| with narrow roof of tiles atop~‘Twixt prisoning walls they 138 IV| Before the rest put forth her auburn head,~Peering above the 139 I| scattered, or when rising pale~Aurora quits Tithonus’ saffron 140 II| frolic. Furthermore~The Ausonian swains, a race from Troy 141 III| whence up-springs~Black Auster, that glooms heaven with 142 III| conqueror, then love’s loss~Avenged not; with one glance toward 143 II| of his rout, and through~Avernian inlets pours the Tuscan 144 IV| and wield the stubborn axe~Against my vines, if there 145 III| juicy wines~They cleave with axes; to one frozen mass~Whole 146 III| surface-dust;~Then let the beechen axle strain and creak~‘Neath 147 IV| dames,~Amid their awful Bacchanalian rites~And midnight revellings, 148 IV| ocean hoarsely booms~With back-swung billow, as ravening tide 149 III| Who trusts in flight and backward-volleying darts,~And trophies torn 150 II| praise of Italy; nor Ind,~Nor Bactria, nor Panchaia, one wide 151 IV| found a path for flight,~Baffled at length, to his own shape 152 I| oft the comet’s fire of bale.~Therefore a second time 153 I| whirl of hempen-thonged Balearic sling,~While snow lies deep, 154 IV| tiny stones,~As light craft ballast in the tossing tide,~Wherewith 155 IV| and sprinkle them,~Bruised balsam and the wax-flower’s lowly 156 II| alone; why tell to thee~Of balsams oozing from the perfumed 157 IV| of their load,~Or form a band and from their precincts 158 I| And those sworn brethren banded to break down~The gates 159 II| ere men,~Waxed godless, banqueted on slaughtered bulls,~Such 160 III| boon,~Nor twice replenished banquets: but on leaves~They fare, 161 IV| the Gods’ high line, why barest thou me~With fortune’s ban 162 IV| floating on the Stygian barge!~For seven whole months 163 III| and in festive glee~With barm and service sour the wine-cup 164 II| be woven and all beasts ~Barred entrance, chiefly while 165 III| and caverned crags, nor barrier-floods,~That rend and whirl and 166 I| four-horse chariots from the barriers poured~Still quicken o’er 167 III| in Tyrian reds~Repay the barterer; these with offspring teem~ 168 I| prepare.~Now let the pliant basket plaited be~Of bramble-twigs; 169 III| or dips~In ocean’s fiery bath his plunging car.~Quick 170 I| sheer idle joy~Of their mad bathing-revel. Then the crow~With full 171 IV| done with blows to death,~Batter his flesh to pulp i’ the 172 I| forestall; the ploughman batters keen~His blunted share’s 173 IV| Its traits, its bent, its battles and its clans,~All, each, 174 II| mighty shade upshoots~The bay-tree of Parnassus. Such the modes~ 175 III| and scare him with their baying, and drive,~And o’er the 176 II| loose or passing firm it be-Since one for corn hath liking, 177 I| one loud ferment booms~The beach afar, and through the forest 178 IV| the mother spake,~“Take beakers of Maconian wine,” she said,~“ 179 III| winter, when Aquarius’ icy beam~Now sinks in showers upon 180 I| buoyant. With the spring comes bean-sowing;~Thee, too, Lucerne, the 181 III| Rings with the ponderous beat of solid horn.~Even such 182 | became 183 I| the sun is young,~And Dawn bedews the world. By night ’tis 184 IV| Peneian Tempe, turning, bee-bereft,~So runs the tale, by famine 185 IV| their honied stalls,~And the bee-eater, and what birds beside,~ 186 IV| seeing that life doth even to bee-folk bring ~Our human chances, 187 III| surface-dust;~Then let the beechen axle strain and creak~‘Neath 188 IV| And the light-loathing beetles crammed their bed,~And he 189 IV| from the heat,~Or bough befriend with hospitable shade.~O’ 190 I| since the courts of heaven~Begrudge us thee, our Caesar, and 191 III| God of Arcady,~Snared and beguiled thee, Luna, calling thee~ 192 I| that would not. Many have begun~Ere Maia’s star be setting; 193 II| blithe the sight of fields beholden not~To rake or man’s endeavour! 194 III| patient neck support the Belgian car.~Then, broken at last, 195 III| forest-side~And far Olympus bellow back the roar.~Nor wont 196 III| heaven is madded by their bellowing din,~And Tanager’s dry bed 197 II| ocean chafes~With mighty bellowings, where the Julian wave~Echoes 198 IV| Some from the bull’s-hide bellows in and out~Let the blasts 199 II| learn what tilth to each belongs ~According to their kinds, 200 IV| And tall Pangaea, and, beloved of Mars,~The land that bowed 201 IV| And strew them in broad belts about their home;~No hand 202 II| Thee, Larius, greatest and, Benacus, thee~With billowy uproar 203 II| senate rolled~Along the benches: bathed in brothers’ blood~ 204 III| The Pelethronian Lapithae bequeathed,~And taught the knight in 205 IV| he do? fly whither, twice bereaved?~Move with what tears the 206 IV| birth-pang. Clio, too,~And Beroe, sisters, ocean-children 207 II| they bruise~The Sicyonian berry; acorn-cheered~The swine 208 II| doth the thickening shade beset the vine,~Twice weeds with 209 IV| Cyrene, who unquestioned thus~Bespake the trembling listener: “ 210 II| bins.~Vines Aminaean too, best-bodied wine,~To which the Tmolian 211 III| drooping weight. What now~Besteads him toil or service? to 212 IV| gyve,~Then divers forms and bestial semblances~Shall mock thy 213 III| youth thy chiefest pains bestow.~See from the first yon 214 IV| Jove himself upon the bees bestowed,~The boon for which, led 215 III| carles a-dying fell:~Or, if betimes the slaughtering priest 216 III| delight,~Nor puny colts betray the feeble sire.~The herd 217 IV| burdensome, but let~His better lord it on the empty throne.~ 218 I| mid-circle, then of showers beware;~For then the South comes 219 III| if arms are clashed afar,~Bide still he cannot: ears stiffen 220 II| rising mound or sloping bill,~Then let the rows have 221 IV| same end the glue, that binds more fast~Than bird-lime 222 II| therefore with Falernian bins.~Vines Aminaean too, best-bodied 223 II| blushing Spring~Comes the white bird long-bodied snakes abhor,~ 224 IV| that binds more fast~Than bird-lime or the pitch from Ida’s 225 III| Caesar’s self~From the first birth-dawn of Tithonus old.~If eager 226 IV| even then~To bear Lucina’s birth-pang. Clio, too,~And Beroe, sisters, 227 IV| me~With fortune’s ban for birthright? Where is now~Thy love to 228 III| blood-bounding vein.~Of tribes Bisaltic such the wonted use,~And 229 IV| frost, and with her icy bit~Curb in the running waters, 230 IV| breathe~Venom into their bite, cleave to the veins~And 231 II| look for sickle bowed or biting rake,~When once they have 232 II| orchades, and radii~And bitter-berried pausians, no, nor yet~Apples 233 III| Sea-leek, strong hellebores, bitumen black.~Yet ne’er doth kindlier 234 II| at the rostra stares in blank amaze;~One gaping sits transported 235 I| the storm-sign, when in blazing crock~They see the lamp-oil 236 IV| lightning-gleam,~Their backs all blazoned with bright drops of gold~ 237 III| all-devouring head.~With bleat of flocks and lowings thick 238 III| and when inward to the bleater’s bones~The pain hath sunk 239 I| from the bay,~Olives, and bleeding myrtles, then to set~Snares 240 II| offence but this to Bacchus bleeds~The goat at every altar, 241 I| that the fire~Bakes every blemish out, and sweats away~Each 242 I| cloud-rack. Hence proceeds~That blending of the feathered choirs 243 II| Could they but know their blessedness, for whom~Far from the clash 244 II| departing. Spring it is~Blesses the fruit-plantation, Spring 245 I| s increase, that an evil blight~Ate up the stalks, and thistle 246 III| fortifies their power ~As love’s blind stings of passion to forefend,~ 247 III| within his veins? Behold!~In blindest midnight how he swims the 248 I| the South~With shower on blinding shower, and woods and coasts~ 249 IV| home;~No hand but his the blistering task should ply,~Plant the 250 III| loathly weeds to try,~Red blisters and an unclean sweat o’erran~ 251 I| yields, and what denies.~Here blithelier springs the corn, and here 252 III| they breast the opposing block,~Butcher them, knife in 253 III| Within the hoof-clefts a blood-bounding vein.~Of tribes Bisaltic 254 II| of birds~Blush with their blood-red berries. Cytisus~Is good 255 IV| neither winds can enter (winds blow back~The foragers with food 256 I| utmost twain, stiff with blue ice,~And black with scowling 257 III| come,~As fire in stubble blusters without strength,~He rages 258 III| chased~The flying foe, or boast his native plain~Epirus, 259 II| their wains, and curved boat-keels fit;~Willows bear twigs 260 IV| nor no second time~Hell’s boatman brooks he pass the watery 261 I| The moon should give, what bodes the south wind’s fall,~What 262 IV| dried, or must to thickness boiled~By a fierce fire, or juice 263 II| Light alder floats upon the boiling flood~Sped down the Padus, 264 I| or else~With Vulcan’s aid boils the sweet must-juice down,~ 265 II| merry with rough rhymes and boisterous mirth,~Grim masks of hollowed 266 I| voyage, and smile on this~My bold endeavour, and pitying, 267 II| holm-oak’s hollow bark and bole.~What of like praise can 268 III| Up! break the sluggish bonds~Of tarriance; with loud 269 I| lentil, no uncertain sign~Bootes’ fall will send thee; then 270 II| juice~Of Bacchus fill its borders, overspread~With fruitful 271 II| the soil when stiff with Boreas’ breath.~Then ice-bound 272 I| keen edges, nor the moon~As borrowing of her brother’s beams to 273 III| far removed ~All prickly boskage, burrs and caltrops; shun~ 274 II| the fields~Unlock their bosoms to the warm west winds;~ 275 I| mark the plain or mete with boundary-line-Even this was impious; for the 276 II| the fields, of their own bounteous will~Have borne, he gathers; 277 II| things here~Teem with the bounties of thy hand; for thee~With 278 I| and Ceres mild,~If by your bounty holpen earth once changed~ 279 II| feigned song~Through winding bouts and tedious preludings~Shall 280 IV| fresh springs they seek~And bowery shelter: hither must you 281 II| that~We pour to heaven from bowls of gold, what time~The sleek 282 I| hand the olive sprung;~And boy-discoverer of the curved plough;~And, 283 IV| Done with life’s service, boys, unwedded girls,~Youths 284 III| shrill cicalas pierce the brake with song,~Then at the well-springs 285 I| pliant basket plaited be~Of bramble-twigs; now set your corn to parch~ 286 II| India bears~Black ebony; the branch of frankincense~Is Saba’ 287 III| To him will I, as victor, bravely dight~In Tyrian purple, 288 III| sprightly breast exuberant with brawn.~Chestnut and grey are good; 289 II| knotless trunks is hewn~A breach, and deep into the solid 290 IV| their wrath; if hurt, they breathe~Venom into their bite, cleave 291 IV| from his trim-combed locks~Breathed effluence sweet, and a lithe 292 III| ocean’s either shore.~And breathing forms of Parian marble there~ 293 I| and by many through the breathless groves~A voice was heard 294 II| lips,~And ease the panting breathlessness of age.~But no, not Mede-land 295 III| race,~And which to rear for breeding, or devote~As altar-victims, 296 II| land with moisture rife~Breeds lustier herbage, and is 297 III| heights,~And of the gentle breezes take their fill;~And oft 298 I| Typhoeus fell,~And those sworn brethren banded to break down~The 299 I| open sea~A mighty rain is brewing; but if her face~With maiden 300 I| for the birds, burn up the briars,~And plunge in wholesome 301 III| plain.~Even with such snowy bribe of wool, if ear~May trust 302 IV| raging for his ravished bride.~She in her haste to shun 303 III| victory: but the ring~And bridle-reins, mounted on horses’ backs,~ 304 III| wheels,~And clink of chiming bridles in the stall;~Then more 305 II| stroke~Starts into sudden brightness. For indeed~The starved 306 IV| in fragrant wine,~Set in brimmed baskets at their doors for 307 IV| sea~Sprinkled the bitter brine-dew far and wide.~Along the 308 IV| fondest care,~Here by the brink of the Peneian sire~Stands 309 I| of harvest on the plain~Bristle already, and the milky corn~ 310 II| teeth, nor crop~Of warriors bristled thick with lance and helm;~ 311 III| beards and grizzled chins and bristling hair~Let clip for camp-use, 312 IV| sudden he will change~To bristly boar, fell tigress, dragon 313 III| Sunders with shifted face, and Britain’s sons~Inwoven thereon with 314 IV| thou wouldst unseal, ~And broach the treasures of the honey-house,~ 315 II| With various treasures, yet broad-acred ease,~Grottoes and living 316 I| who warneth oft~Of hidden broils at hand and treachery,~And 317 III| healthful slumbers never broke by care.~Then only, say 318 II| Gold-purfled robes, and bronze from Ephyre;~Nor is the 319 I| sorrow in the shrines, and bronzes sweat.~Up-twirling forests 320 I| loved nests again~And tender brood to visit. Not, I deem,~That 321 III| the crops.~Nor shall the brood-kine, as of yore, for thee~Brim 322 IV| Therefore he too with earliest brooding bees~And their full swarms 323 II| This hoards his wealth and broods o’er buried gold;~One at 324 II| Willows even and lowly brooms~To cattle their green leaves, 325 II| Along the benches: bathed in brothers’ blood~Men revel, and, all 326 III| half wreathed about his brow-Some victim, standing by the 327 III| wholly, and with tip of tail~Brushing her footsteps as she walks 328 IV| first was he~To press the bubbling honey from the comb;~Lime-trees 329 I| polished stones,~And with its bubblings slakes the thirsty fields?~ 330 II| from heaven,~Bursts into bud, and every leaf unfolds.~ 331 II| grafting one: for where the buds push forth~Amidst the bark, 332 III| The folk live tameless, buffeted with blasts~Of Eurus from 333 IV| ring,~And the word spoken buffets and rebounds.~What more? 334 IV| ere~The twittering swallow buildeth from the beams.~Meanwhile 335 I| plagues~Make sport of it: oft builds the tiny mouse~Her home, 336 IV| And Mysian Caicus, and, bull-browed~‘Twixt either gilded horn, 337 III| times hath vice in’t: liker bull-faced she,~And tall-limbed wholly, 338 III| One breed the horse, or bullock strong to plough,~Be his 339 II| second board,~Nor thee, Bumastus, with plump clusters swollen.~ 340 I| not, and the clouds~Are buoyant. With the spring comes bean-sowing;~ 341 IV| death,~Lest royal waste wax burdensome, but let~His better lord 342 II| them in the trench;~One buries the bare stumps within his 343 IV| the ravening dog-star that burns up~The thirsty Indians blazed 344 I| granary, underground,~Or burrow for their bed the purblind 345 IV| Ida’s pines.~Oft too in burrowed holes, if fame be true,~ 346 III| or that praiseless king~Busiris, and his altars? or by whom~ 347 II| wine-press, come,~And stripped of buskin stain thy bared limbs~In 348 I| Gladdened beyond their wont, in bustling throngs~Among the leaves 349 III| with one glance toward the byre,~His ancient royalties behind 350 III| they keep~Close-pent in byres, nor any grass is seen~Upon 351 IV| Carpathian dwells a seer,~Caerulean Proteus, he who metes the 352 IV| honey mould.~So when the cage-escaped hosts you see~Float heavenward 353 IV| amid his rocks,~And Mysian Caicus, and, bull-browed~‘Twixt 354 III| Then that vile worm that in Calabrian glades~Uprears his breast, 355 IV| adore Eurydice~With a slain calf for victim.”~No delay: ~ 356 II| again, and bitter, as ’tis called-Barren for fruits, by tilth untamable,~ 357 III| and beguiled thee, Luna, calling thee~To the deep woods; 358 III| with loud din Cithaeron calls,~Steed-taming Epidaurus, 359 II| tainted; yet untroubled calm,~A life that knows no falsehood, 360 II| Decii too,~The Marii and Camilli, names of might,~The Scipios, 361 III| bristling hair~Let clip for camp-use, or as rugs to wrap~Seafaring 362 | cannot 363 IV| For where thy happy folk,~Canopus, city of Pellaean fame,~ 364 IV| praying; whom once made captive, ply~With rigorous force 365 II| share.~Such ploughs rich Capua, such the coast that skirts~ 366 I| Nor e’en the maids, that card their nightly task,~Know 367 III| use.~Nor be thy dogs last cared for; but alike ~Swift Spartan 368 III| love his master’s voice~Caressing, or loud hand that claps 369 III| there~Betwixt the loitering carles a-dying fell:~Or, if betimes 370 IV| speak:~“In Neptune’s gulf Carpathian dwells a seer,~Caerulean 371 III| chokes~The very stalls with carrion-heaps that rot~In hideous corruption, 372 III| hath longing, must himself ~Carry lucerne and lotus-leaves 373 III| bank~A hundred four-horse cars. All Greece for me,~Leaving 374 II| quick, and into trenches carve~The mighty mountains, and 375 III| Slopes gently downward to Castalia’s spring.~Now, awful Pales, 376 I| from the naked Chalybs, castor rank~From Pontus, from Epirus 377 II| Drinks moisture up and casts it forth at will,~Which, 378 II| with ancestral hymns, and cates~And dishes bear him; and 379 I| the steer;~What pains for cattle-keeping, or what proof~Of patient 380 III| heat~Of autumn glowed, and cattle-kindreds all~And all wild creatures 381 II| That crown the scalp of Caucasus, even these,~Which furious 382 I| with leaves the quivering cauldron’s wave.~But ruddy Ceres 383 IV| bind~That he may all the cause of sickness show,~And grant 384 I| a fire.~Yet, culled with caution, proved with patient toil,~ 385 IV| hall~And watery kingdom and cave-prisoned pools~And echoing groves, 386 III| lash severe,~Nor rocks and caverned crags, nor barrier-floods,~ 387 III| greenest, where are sheltering caves,~And far outstretched the 388 I| within thy fresher-pools,~Cayster, as in eager rivalry,~About 389 IV| Centaury, and the famed Cecropian thyme.~There is a meadow-flower 390 IV| the bees, that haunt old Cecrops’ heights,~Each in his sphere 391 II| pine-logs that serve for ships,~Cedar and cypress for the homes 392 III| cry.~Learn also scented cedar-wood to burn ~Within the stalls, 393 II| ancient walls.~Or should I celebrate the sea that laves~Her upper 394 I| the cheap wicker-ware of Celeus old,~Hurdles of arbute, 395 IV| naught~So haste they to cement the tiny pores~That pierce 396 II| prompted, he~The wine-infuriate Centaurs quelled with death,~Rhoetus 397 IV| and with its bitter smell~Centaury, and the famed Cecropian 398 II| arms and branches far,~Sole central pillar of a world of shade.~ 399 I| brakes,~The fertile brakes of Ceos; and clothed in power,~Thy 400 I| brand~Athos, or Rhodope, or Ceraunian crags~Precipitates: then 401 IV| of serpents twined;~Even Cerberus held his triple jaws agape,~ 402 I| we might win to know ~By certain tokens, heats, and showers, 403 II| the Lucrine, and how ocean chafes~With mighty bellowings, 404 I| frankincense,~Iron from the naked Chalybs, castor rank~From Pontus, 405 I| twice Emathia and the wide champaign~Of Haemus should be fattening 406 I| Palatine~Preservest, this new champion at the least~Our fallen 407 III| back the roar.~Nor wont the champions in one stall to couch;~But 408 I| scarce pulls a shallop, if he chance~His arms to slacken, lo! 409 II| and some there be~From chance-dropped seed that rear them, as 410 IV| bee-folk bring ~Our human chances, if in dire disease~Their 411 II| hearth and home~For exile changing, a new country seek~Beneath 412 IV| sweet rapine, and from Chaos old~Counted the jostling 413 I| With woven oak his temples chapleted,~He foot the rugged dance 414 IV| through violet gloom.~With chaplets woven hereof full oft are 415 II| this~When the hot dog-star chaps the fields with drought.~ 416 III| Tainted the pools, the fodder charged with bane.~Nor simple was 417 III| ivory shoulder famed,~Keen charioteer? Needs must a path be tried,~ 418 III| full oft~With her sweet charms can lovers proud compel~ 419 III| so-e’er yon rival may have chased~The flying foe, or boast 420 II| sweet children cling;~His chaste house keeps its purity; 421 III| the banks, with fish and chattering frogs~Crams the black void 422 I| crushing weight;~Then the cheap wicker-ware of Celeus old,~ 423 IV| knowest;~For thee there is no cheating, but cease thou~To practise 424 II| from the root,~As elms and cherries; so, too, a pigmy plant,~ 425 III| breast exuberant with brawn.~Chestnut and grey are good; the worst-hued 426 II| Stout apples borne, with chestnut-flower the beech,~The mountain-ash 427 II| that rear them, as the tall~Chestnuts, and, mightiest of the branching 428 IV| faint hyacinth, while he chid~Summer’s slow footsteps 429 IV| note that warriors know~Chides on the loiterers, and the 430 II| Meanwhile about his lips sweet children cling;~His chaste house 431 III| hanging dewlaps reach~From chin to knee; of boundless length 432 III| Their beards and grizzled chins and bristling hair~Let clip 433 III| were foiled~The masters, Chiron sprung from Phillyron,~And 434 I| the victim go,~And all the choir, a joyful company,~Attend 435 I| blending of the feathered choirs afield,~The cattle’s exultation, 436 IV| Round them, with black slime choked and hideous weed,~Cocytus 437 II| your stubborn lands~And churlish hill-sides, where are thorny 438 IV| beneath the eddying whirl~Churned into foam the water, and 439 III| thickening drought,~And shrill cicalas pierce the brake with song,~ 440 IV| Scorned by which tribute the Ciconian dames,~Amid their awful 441 III| torrents flow.~Ay, and on Cinyps’ bank the he-goats too~Their 442 III| tarriance; with loud din Cithaeron calls,~Steed-taming Epidaurus, 443 II| slow-lingering taste~Of the blest citron-fruit, than which no aid~Comes 444 I| food returning in long line~Clamour with jostling wings. Now 445 II| the war-trump’s blast,~Nor clang of sword on stubborn anvil 446 II| ridge, Vesuvius, and the Clanian flood,~Acerrae’s desolation 447 IV| bent, its battles and its clans,~All, each, shall pass before 448 III| Caressing, or loud hand that claps his neck.~Ay, thus far let 449 III| sorrel. Then lo! if arms are clashed afar,~Bide still he cannot: 450 IV| Of the Curetes and their clashing brass,~They fed the King 451 II| and there.~But when they clasp the elms with sturdy trunks~ 452 II| and with circling wall~Clasped to her single breast the 453 I| Maid and those pursuing Claws~A space is opening; see! 454 III| affrighted; lofty-necked,~With clean-cut head, short belly, and stout 455 I| hides the day’s return,~Clear-orbed he shineth,idly wilt thou 456 IV| cells~To bursting with the clear-strained nectar sweet.~Some, too, 457 I| lated song.~Distinct in clearest air is Nisus seen~Towering, 458 III| or when sweat~Unpurged cleaves to them after shearing done,~ 459 IV| my son,~More straitlier clench the clinging bands, until~ 460 III| of rumbling wheels,~And clink of chiming bridles in the 461 IV| bear Lucina’s birth-pang. Clio, too,~And Beroe, sisters, 462 I| rallying fires,~If dark the air clipped by her crescent dim,~For 463 II| Hence thy white flocks, Clitumnus, and the bull,~Of victims 464 I| breath~Unbinds the crumbling clod, even then ’tis time;~Press 465 III| kids, and with plump udders clogged~Scarce cross the threshold. 466 III| Black blood; a rough tongue clogs the obstructed jaws.~’Twas 467 III| There the herds they keep~Close-pent in byres, nor any grass 468 IV| recall me, and dark sleep~Closes my swimming eyes. And now 469 III| vessels oft asunder burst, and clothes~Stiffen upon the wearers; 470 I| wind~Was driving up the cloud-rack. Hence proceeds~That blending 471 II| grain~A path with wedges cloven; then fruitful slips~Are 472 IV| they cling,~And drop their cluster from the bending boughs.~ 473 IV| from his sight; nor him~Clutching vain shadows, yearning sore 474 IV| But in their midst~Fair Clymene was telling o’er the tale~ 475 IV| Lethe, and let slay a sheep~Coal-black, then seek the grove again, 476 III| grim-faced is goodliest, with coarse head~And burly neck, whose 477 II| ploughs rich Capua, such the coast that skirts~Thy ridge, Vesuvius, 478 II| hand,~Skirt but the nearer coast-line; see the shore~Is in our 479 I| blinding shower, and woods and coasts~Wail fitfully beneath the 480 I| out in spate, and with its coat of slime~Holds all the country, 481 I| labour brought to light~Coeus, Iapetus, and Typhoeus fell,~ 482 II| legion’s length~Deploys its cohorts, and the column stands~In 483 III| withies round the throat~Loose collars hang, then when their free-born 484 IV| escaped their comb,~The colony comes forth to sport and 485 I| the sun’s own face strange colours stray;~Dark tells of rain, 486 III| the first yon high-bred colt afield,~His lofty step, 487 III| labour of delight,~Nor puny colts betray the feeble sire.~ 488 II| Deploys its cohorts, and the column stands~In open plain, the 489 III| hugely flowing, the Nile,~And columns heaped on high with naval 490 IV| town, and build the walled combs,~And mould the cunning chambers; 491 I| thunderbolts,~Nor blazed so oft the comet’s fire of bale.~Therefore 492 II| embrace,~And, might with might commingling, rears to life~All germs 493 II| a shallow trench I dare commit~The vine; but deeper in 494 IV| Supply new kings and pigmy commonwealth,~And their old court and 495 IV| things they receive and hold~Community of offspring, and they house~ 496 II| Poplar, and willows in wan companies~With green leaf glimmering 497 I| all the choir, a joyful company,~Attend it, and with shouts 498 II| spontaneous spring,~No hand of man compelling, and possess~The plains 499 I| us thee, our Caesar, and complain~That thou regard’st the 500 IV| clutch,~Scarce suffering him compose his aged limbs,~With a great