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501 II| With my poor verse would comprehend the whole,~Nay, though a 502 II| Where round the fire his comrades crown the bowl,~He pours 503 III| their eager marrow first conceives~The fire, in Spring-tide 504 IV| fall, nor, east winds nigh,~Confide in heaven, but ‘neath the 505 III| that swim,~On the shore’s confine the wave washes up,~Like 506 III| is fed~And quickened by confinement; while the swain~His hand 507 IV| afield;~And some within the confines of their home~Plant firm 508 II| driving wind~Rolls up the conflagration. When ’tis so,~Their root-force 509 I| varying seasons to one law conformed.~If chilly showers e’er 510 IV| for stiff winter’s cold~Congeals the honey, and heat resolves 511 I| divers arts arose; toil conquered all,~Remorseless toil, and 512 III| The blows of that proud conqueror, then love’s loss~Avenged 513 III| compel~To battle for the conquest horn to horn.~In Sila’s 514 I| his way~Through the twelve constellations of the world.~Five zones 515 I| love~Of thine own Maenalus constrains thee, hear~And help, O lord 516 III| limbs~By thirsty fever are consumed, ’tis good~To draw the enkindled 517 III| ere it creep~With dire contagion through the unwary herd.~ 518 I| Five zones the heavens contain; whereof is one~Aye red 519 II| hoes reversed be crushed continually,~The whole plantation lightened 520 IV| A little sprinkled dust controls and quells.~And now, both 521 II| shall I hymn thy praise?~Yet cope not therefore with Falernian 522 III| udder froths the pail,~More copious soon the teat-pressed torrents 523 II| Rivers of silver, mines of copper ore,~Ay, and with gold hath 524 II| timber, and o’erthrown the copse~That year on year lay idle, 525 I| borne,~When ocean-loving cormorants on dry land~Besport them, 526 I| with furrow’s help~The corn-blade win, and strike out hidden 527 I| up far and wide~The heavy corn-crop from its lowest roots,~And 528 I| unsightly creatures; or a huge~Corn-heap the weevil plunders, and 529 I| brand,~Or numbers on the corn-heaps; some make sharp~The stakes 530 III| burly frame~With fattening corn-mash, for, unbroke, they will~ 531 III| their very nails~Dig in the corn-seeds, and with strained neck~ 532 II| spear-shafts, war-tried cornel too;~Yews into Ituraean 533 II| ingrafted apple yield,~And stony cornels on the plum-tree blush.~ 534 I| I~What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what star~ 535 II| the forests shook~Their coronal, even then the careful swain~ 536 I| on javelins by foul rust~Corroded, or with ponderous harrow 537 IV| mind me to have seen-From Corycus he came— to whom had fallen~ 538 II| the trench and at great cost subdued.~But reared from 539 IV| be true,~They make their cosy subterranean home,~And deeply 540 III| enow~With salt herbs to the cote, whence more they love~The 541 II| he sustains~Country and cottage homestead, and from hence~ 542 III| champions in one stall to couch;~But he that’s worsted hies 543 III| the sick swine a gasping cough that chokes~With swelling 544 I| for ’tis that~Gives surest counsel, clear she ride thro’ heaven~ 545 IV| rapine, and from Chaos old~Counted the jostling love-joys of 546 II| crumbling soil— for this we counterfeit~In ploughing— for corn is 547 III| speed his name~Through ages, countless as to Caesar’s self~From 548 II| sons of Theseus through the country-side-Hamlet and crossway— set the prize 549 I| the air~Have changed their courses, and the sky-god now,~Wet 550 II| forth~A roar to heaven, then coursing through the boughs~And airy 551 IV| commonwealth,~And their old court and waxen realm repair.~ 552 II| forth a tide~Of morning courtiers, nor agape they gaze~On 553 III| huddling black~Ilex on ilex cowers in awful shade.~Then once 554 I| To catch wild beasts, and cozen them with lime,~And hem 555 IV| yew-tree grow,~Nor reddening crabs be roasted, and mistrust~ 556 II| tossed from hand to hand~Yet cracks it never, but pitch-like, 557 IV| wise~Seek of themselves the cradle’s inmost depth.~But if t 558 I| and full oft~On their high cradles, by some hidden joy~Gladdened 559 IV| men say,~Beneath a skyey crag, by thy lone wave,~Strymon, 560 IV| the light-loathing beetles crammed their bed,~And he that sits 561 IV| chosen~A strait recess, cramped closer to this end,~Which 562 III| fish and chattering frogs~Crams the black void of his insatiate 563 I| then to set~Snares for the crane, and meshes for the stag,~ 564 IV| the less smear round their crannied cribs~With warm smooth mud-coat, 565 IV| that fell tyrant, and a crash was heard~Three times like 566 I| to shine.~That land the craving farmer’s prayer fulfils,~ 567 III| beechen axle strain and creak~‘Neath some stout burden, 568 III| the high uplands drag the creaking wains.~No wolf for ambush 569 IV| breaks far up~Its inmost creeks— safe anchorage from of 570 I| apples plenty-cheap~The creeping ass’s ribs his driver packs,~ 571 I| dark the air clipped by her crescent dim,~For folks afield and 572 III| see how low~That cowering crest is vailed in flight, the 573 IV| their walls, and fill the crevices~With pollen from the flowers, 574 III| scare with terror of the crimson plume;~But, as in vain they 575 I| storm-sign, when in blazing crock~They see the lamp-oil sputtering 576 IV| willow-leaves,~And cassia and the crocus blushing red,~Glue-yielding 577 I| ridges, turns once more~Cross-wise his shattering share, with 578 II| country-side-Hamlet and crossway— set the prize of wit,~And 579 I| the swallow, and the frogs~Crouch in the mud and chant their 580 I| bathing-revel. Then the crow~With full voice, good-for-naught, 581 III| with stripped green olive crowned,~Will offer gifts. Even ’ 582 III| the swift march beneath a cruel load;~Soon with tents pitched 583 IV| Cries out upon thee for thy cruelty.”~To whom, strange terror 584 II| whitened o’er,~And swine crunched acorns ‘neath the boughs 585 II| sod~With hoes reversed be crushed continually,~The whole plantation 586 I| and harrows with their crushing weight;~Then the cheap wicker-ware 587 II| Nor from like cuttings are Crustumian pears~And Syrian, and the 588 III| grasses, and their cups~Are crystal springs and streams with 589 IV| high.~He was the first to cull the rose in spring,~He the 590 II| husbandmen,~And tame with culture the wild fruits, lest earth~ 591 IV| walled combs,~And mould the cunning chambers; but the youth,~ 592 II| fierce step-dames drug the cup~With simples mixed and spells 593 III| virgin grasses, and their cups~Are crystal springs and 594 I| honey, put fire away,~And curbed the random rivers running 595 III| plunging car.~Quick ice-crusts curdle on the running stream,~And 596 II| realms of nature the cold curdling blood~About my heart bar 597 III| fodder serves,~And subtlest cures but injure; then were foiled~ 598 IV| shrill sweet strains~Of the Curetes and their clashing brass,~ 599 IV| With two years’ growth are curling, and stop fast,~Plunge madly 600 I| with headlong force~The current sweeps him down the hurrying 601 III| tarriance made,~The fiery curse his tainted frame devoured.~ 602 III| thereon with those proud curtains rise.~Of gold and massive 603 III| now learn~Alternately to curve each bending leg,~And be 604 II| northern pole;~So strong is custom formed in early years.~Whether 605 I| And through what heavenly cycles wandereth~The glowing orb 606 IV| perfumed thyme~Like the Cyclopes, when in haste they forge~ 607 I| billowy floods boil o’er the Cyclops’ fields,~And roll down globes 608 IV| er snowy shoulders shed,~Cydippe and Lycorias yellow-haired,~ 609 III| horn.~Even such a horse was Cyllarus, reined and tamed~By Pollux 610 I| wandereth~The glowing orb Cyllenian. Before all~Worship the 611 IV| wake and shake the tinkling cymbals heard~By the great Mother: 612 III| s first founder, lord~Of Cynthus. And accursed Envy there~ 613 II| Willow and lotus, nor the cypress-trees~Of Ida; nor of self-same 614 II| their blood-red berries. Cytisus~Is good to browse on, the 615 II| yield.~And blithe it is Cytorus to behold~Waving with box, 616 II| brother, nor descent~Of Dacian from the Danube’s leagued 617 IV| others heap~The board with dainties, and set on afresh~The brimming 618 IV| savage nestlings with the dainty prey.~But let clear springs 619 III| his prime care a shapely dam to choose.~Of kine grim-faced 620 IV| which tribute the Ciconian dames,~Amid their awful Bacchanalian 621 II| fir~Destined to spy the dangers of the deep.~But the rough 622 II| descent~Of Dacian from the Danube’s leagued flood,~Nor Rome’ 623 IV| with gold and girt with dappled fell,~Ephyre and Opis, and 624 III| putrid webs;~But, had one dared the loathly weeds to try,~ 625 I| so might winter’s flaw,~Dark-eddying, whirl light stalks and 626 I| entrails ceased not to appear~Dark-threatening fibres, springs to trickle 627 II| towering leaves and boughs~Darken, despoil of increase as 628 III| at night they press;~What darkling or at sunset, this ere morn~ 629 II| the people. Others vex~The darksome gulfs of Ocean with their 630 I| corn-fields trim~Unfruitful darnel and wild oats have sway.~ 631 IV| stream; and Orithyia wept,~Daughter of Acte old. But Orpheus’ 632 I| wholly given,~Let Atlas’ daughters hide them in the dawn,~The 633 III| his limbs’ elastic tread:~Dauntless he leads the herd, still 634 I| bringing bane.~Or when at day-break through dark clouds his 635 II| flocks will fail,~And all the day-long browsing of thy herds~Shall 636 III| the glades,~Soon as the day-star shineth, hie we then~To 637 III| milk at dawn,~Or in the daylight hours, at night they press;~ 638 IV| his drifting head,~The death-chilled tongue found yet a voice 639 IV| darkness? She indeed even now~Death-cold was floating on the Stygian 640 IV| than seven, befalls,~Yet deathless doth the race endure, and 641 IV| thee thus, ~Nor light the debt thou payest; ’tis Orpheus’ 642 I| er will tomorrow’s hour deceive thee, ne’er~Wilt thou be 643 II| Volscian javelin-armed, the Decii too,~The Marii and Camilli, 644 IV| woven hereof full oft are decked~Heaven’s altars: harsh its 645 I| Olympus run,~He draws to his decline: for oft we see~Upon the 646 III| the sheep soft pencotes I decree~To browse in, till green 647 II| Aesculus, and oaks, oracular~Deemed by the Greeks of old. With 648 III| are their eyes all fire, deep-drawn their breath,~At times groan-laboured: 649 III| them home.~Themselves in deep-dug caverns underground~Dwell 650 I| exultation, and the rooks’~Deep-throated triumph.~But if the headlong 651 II| dare commit~The vine; but deeper in the ground is fixed~The 652 IV| can tame.~Then from the deepest deeps of Erebus,~Wrung by 653 IV| tame.~Then from the deepest deeps of Erebus,~Wrung by his 654 III| sharp~Subdues him: the shy deer and fleet-foot stags~With 655 III| stones!~And as he rears defiance, and puffs out~A hissing 656 IV| rallying, and with shouts defy the foe.~So, when a dry 657 I| toil,~These have I seen degenerate, did not man~Put forth his 658 IV| Opis, and from Asian meads~Deiopea, and, bow at length laid 659 IV| slain calf for victim.”~No delay: ~The self-same hour 660 II| blood~Men revel, and, all delights of hearth and home~For exile 661 IV| bane.~Bend thou before the Dell-nymphs, gracious powers:~Bring 662 II| one,~Would set me in deep dells of Haemus cool,~And shield 663 III| of Hylas young,~Latonian Delos and Hippodame,~And Pelops 664 II| bitter hoar-frosts, and the delver’s toil~Untiring, as he stirs 665 III| viper dies,~For all his den’s close winding, and with 666 I| region yields, and what denies.~Here blithelier springs 667 IV| and headlong fall,~Not denselier hail through heaven, nor 668 I| returning brings instead~A dented mill-stone or black lump 669 I| Cretan star, a crown of fire, depart,~Or e’er the furrow’s claim 670 II| whenas the legion’s length~Deploys its cohorts, and the column 671 II| swains, a race from Troy derived,~Make merry with rough rhymes 672 I| strength~And fattening food derives, or that the fire~Bakes 673 II| to turn on brother, nor descent~Of Dacian from the Danube’ 674 III| Rhodope~He flies, or Getic desert, and quaffs milk~With horse-blood 675 III| together, and go forth~Into far deserts where no shelter is,~So 676 II| His herds of cattle and deserving steers.~No respite! still 677 III| They brand them, both to designate their race,~And which to 678 III| fat the chosen chief~And designated husband of the herd:~And 679 IV| you refrain their volatile desires,~Nor hard the task: tear 680 II| Clanian flood,~Acerrae’s desolation and her bane.~How each to 681 III| ravening wolves,~Or Spanish desperadoes in the rear.~And oft the 682 II| leaves and boughs~Darken, despoil of increase as it grows,~ 683 II| towering palm too, and the fir~Destined to spy the dangers of the 684 III| And all wild creatures to destruction gave,~Tainted the pools, 685 II| tedious preludings~Shall I detain thee.~Those that lift their 686 II| the fern~By curved ploughs detested, this one day~Shall yield 687 I| the primal dawn~When old Deucalion on the unpeopled earth~Cast 688 III| jagged curb obey.~But no device so fortifies their power ~ 689 III| terrors of her wrath, a plague devised~Against the heifer sprung 690 III| to rear for breeding, or devote~As altar-victims, or to 691 III| burly neck, whose hanging dewlaps reach~From chin to knee; 692 II| thy herds~Shall the cool dews of one brief night repair.~ 693 III| eve~Allays the air, and dewy moonbeams slake~The forest 694 IV| when day dawned and when it died he sang.~Nay to the jaws 695 III| the rivers. Now the viper dies,~For all his den’s close 696 II| And, showered it not a different scent abroad,~A bay it had 697 III| will I, as victor, bravely dight~In Tyrian purple, drive 698 I| clipped by her crescent dim,~For folks afield and on 699 I| tokens sure, for then nor dimmed~Appear the stars’ keen edges, 700 III| howsoe’er~Milesian fleeces dipped in Tyrian reds~Repay the 701 I| the mud and chant their dirge of old.~Oft, too, the ant 702 II| is young~And witless of disaster; for therewith,~Beside harsh 703 IV| and thaws,~To bees alike disastrous; not for naught~So haste 704 IV| at once from far~You may discern what passion sways the mob,~ 705 IV| time the wondrous secret to disclose~Taught by the swain of Arcady, 706 III| in swirling eddies, and disgorge~The murky sand-lees from 707 II| pipe, and on the curved dish~We lay the reeking entrails. 708 II| ancestral hymns, and cates~And dishes bear him; and the doomed 709 III| thirst and by the drought dismayed.~Me list not then beneath 710 III| icy breath!~Nay, never sun disparts the shadows pale,~Or as 711 III| them, knife in hand, and so dispatch~Loud-bellowing, and with 712 IV| when the ninth dawn hath displayed its beams,~To Orpheus shalt 713 II| no less that in her veins displays~Rivers of silver, mines 714 IV| swarms fly aimlessly abroad, ~Disport themselves in heaven and 715 IV| or in showery drops anon~Dissolve and vanish. But the more 716 IV| and suddenly,~Like smoke dissolving into empty air,~Passed and 717 II| whiteness of their wool distained~With drugs Assyrian, nor 718 II| Full-fed Tarentum’s glades and distant fields,~Or such a plain 719 III| lawns untenanted.~Here from distempered heavens erewhile arose ~ 720 I| sunset plies her ‘lated song.~Distinct in clearest air is Nisus 721 II| with a harsh twang ruefully distort~The mouths of them that 722 IV| shepherd-wights~The wanton ditty, and sang in saucy youth~ 723 IV| kings,~So too with people, diverse is their mould,~Some rough 724 I| rising, and when soon ~He dives beneath the waves, shall 725 I| course ~Into fixed parts dividing, rules his way~Through the 726 IV| others’ board to feast,~The do-naught drone; or ‘gainst the unequal 727 I| arbutes, and her wonted food~Dodona gave no more. Soon, too, 728 IV| Aegypt green,~That whole domain its welfare’s hope secure~ 729 II| dishes bear him; and the doomed goat~Led by the horn shall 730 I| showers e’er shut the farmer’s door, ~Much that had soon with 731 IV| Minerva’s spite,~Athwart the doorway hangs her swaying net.~The 732 II| recognize now hear me tell.~Dost ask if loose or passing 733 I| crags~Precipitates: then doubly raves the South~With shower 734 I| lated fires.~Hence under doubtful skies forebode we can~The 735 III| look,~Brave husbandmen. Nor doubtfully know~How hard it is for 736 I| son~With all her waves for dower; or as a star~Lend thy fresh 737 III| earlier track~Slopes gently downward to Castalia’s spring.~Now, 738 III| highest, and every heart~Drained with each wild pulsation? 739 I| furrows? Why of him who drains~The marsh-land’s gathered 740 II| blasts,~When first the flocks drank sunlight, and a race~Of 741 IV| of the honey-house,~With draught of water first toment thy 742 I| sow, their pulse-seeds, drenching them~With nitre and black 743 II| This further task again, to dress the vine, ~Hath needs beyond 744 II| the sickle, and the last dresser now~Sings of his finished 745 IV| from gall,~And rose-leaves dried, or must to thickness boiled~ 746 II| flitting smoke exhales,~Drinks moisture up and casts it 747 I| spring-tide, when the icy drip ~Melts from the mountains 748 III| Hence from their groin slow drips a poisonous juice,~By shepherds 749 IV| By the wind’s stress is driven, and breaks far up~Its inmost 750 IV| to feast,~The do-naught drone; or ‘gainst the unequal 751 IV| their precincts drive~The drones, a lazy herd. How glows 752 III| With ceaseless hoof: low droop his ears, wherefrom~Bursts 753 IV| and the void streams with droughty jaws~Baked to their mud-beds 754 I| suffering realm of his~In drowsy sloth to stagnate. Before 755 II| when fierce step-dames drug the cup~With simples mixed 756 II| their wool distained~With drugs Assyrian, nor clear olive’ 757 II| their wheel-spokes, hence~Drums for their wains, and curved 758 III| store of milk:~The more each dry-wrung udder froths the pail,~More 759 IV| But with their cries the Dryad-band her peers~Filled up the 760 III| ever-baffling stone.~Meanwhile the Dryad-haunted woods and lawns~Unsullied 761 I| come foot it, Fauns~And Dryad-maids together; your gifts I sing.~ 762 IV| through with hyaline dye,~Drymo, Xantho, Ligea, Phyllodoce,~ 763 II| strife~Foe grapples foe, but dubious ‘twixt the hosts~The war-god 764 I| the plenteous spray,~Now duck their head beneath the wave, 765 IV| lies the unlovely swamp~Of dull dead water, and, to pen 766 II| head.~Therefore to Bacchus duly will we sing~Meet honour 767 IV| Narcissus had my lips been dumb,~That loiterer of the flowers, 768 III| sky:~No stop, no stay; the dun sand whirls aloft;~They 769 I| Phantoms were seen upon the dusk of night,~And cattle spake, 770 IV| until~You marvel at yon dusky cloud that spreads~And lengthens 771 IV| Glue-yielding limes, and hyacinths dusky-eyed.~One hour for rest have 772 IV| Neptune’s gulf Carpathian dwells a seer,~Caerulean Proteus, 773 IV| stained through with hyaline dye,~Drymo, Xantho, Ligea, Phyllodoce,~ 774 I| country, whence the hollow dykes~Sweat steaming vapour?~But 775 III| The sluggish furrows, but eagerly absorb~Their fill of love, 776 II| stout a show~At the first earing! Heavy land or light~The 777 II| the tongue: purples and early-ripes,~And how, O Rhaetian, shall 778 I| pole eight feet projecting, earth-boards twain,~And share-beam with 779 III| The spine runs double; his earth-dinting hoof~Rings with the ponderous 780 II| labouring moons,~From whence the earthquake, by what power the seas~ 781 II| outland tillers tamed,~And Eastern homes of Arabs, and tattooed~ 782 II| clime but India bears~Black ebony; the branch of frankincense~ 783 II| bellowings, where the Julian wave~Echoes the thunder of his rout, 784 II| stars of heaven,~The sun’s eclipses and the labouring moons,~ 785 III| depths~Upseethe in swirling eddies, and disgorge~The murky 786 I| dimmed~Appear the stars’ keen edges, nor the moon~As borrowing 787 IV| trim-combed locks~Breathed effluence sweet, and a lithe vigour 788 III| conquering steed,~Uncrowned of effort and heedless of the sward,~ 789 I| then nigh the root~A pole eight feet projecting, earth-boards 790 II| nursery for the trees, and eke whereto~Soon to translate 791 III| His lofty step, his limbs’ elastic tread:~Dauntless he leads 792 I| slow-lumbering wains~Of the Eleusinian mother, threshing-sleighs~ 793 III| frost afar~Heaped seven ells high the earth lies featureless:~ 794 II| the gales, and through the elm-tops win~From story up to story.~ 795 II| Willows bear twigs enow, the elm-tree leaves,~Myrtle stout spear-shafts, 796 III| they heave~Oak-logs and elm-trees whole, and fire them there,~ 797 I| thee, howso Greece admire~Elysium’s fields, and Proserpine 798 I| deem it hard~That twice Emathia and the wide champaign~Of 799 IV| once more,~Pallene and the Emathian ports; to him~We nymphs 800 II| showers to his glad wife’s embrace,~And, might with might commingling, 801 III| sward may stir~That heart’s emotion, nor rock-channelled flood,~ 802 III| twice triumphant hand~From empires twain on ocean’s either 803 III| wouldst mould,~As calves encourage and take steps to tame,~ 804 | ending 805 IV| fade and bloom again;~How endives glory in the streams they 806 II| yet~Even these, should one engraft them, or transplant~To well-drilled 807 IV| fountain-head~Whence first the deep Enipeus leaps to light,~Whence father 808 III| consumed, ’tis good~To draw the enkindled heat therefrom, and pierce~ 809 IV| now farewell:~Girt with enormous night I am borne away,~Outstretching 810 | Enough 811 IV| Where neither winds can enter (winds blow back~The foragers 812 IV| of great darkness— came,~Entered, and faced the Manes and 813 III| fill of love, and deeply entertain.~To care of sire the mother’ 814 I| heed~Her mother’s voice entreating to return-Vouchsafe a prosperous 815 I| thou quit,~Or haste thee to entrust the whole year’s hope~To 816 II| pitying of the poor,~Nor envied him that hath. What fruit 817 III| Of Cynthus. And accursed Envy there~Shall dread the Furies, 818 II| thine elms with merry vines enwreathe;~That teems with olive; 819 III| Cithaeron calls,~Steed-taming Epidaurus, and thy hounds,~Taygete; 820 II| so let all be ranged~In equal rows symmetric, not alone~ 821 II| may never such for me~O’er-fertile prove, or make too stout 822 II| Taygete,~By Spartan maids o’er-revelled! Oh, for one,~Would set 823 IV| from the deepest deeps of Erebus,~Wrung by his minstrelsy, 824 II| weeds with stifling briers o’ergrow the crop;~And each a toilsome 825 III| the victor’s palm.~’Twas Ericthonius first took heart to yoke~ 826 II| Beside harsh winters and o’erpowering sun,~Wild buffaloes and 827 III| blisters and an unclean sweat o’erran~His noisome limbs, till, 828 II| shield me with his boughs’ o’ershadowing might!~Happy, who had the 829 II| cleared the timber, and o’erthrown the copse~That year on year 830 I| who lest the heavy ears~O’erweigh the stalk, while yet in 831 IV| forth the young swarms, and, escaped their comb,~The colony comes 832 II| whose vigilance no care escapes,~Search for a kindred site, 833 IV| strange to tell~A portent they espy: through the oxen’s flesh,~ 834 III| thee no lofty task~My mind essays. Up! break the sluggish 835 IV| Draw each at birth the fine essential flame;~Yea, and that all 836 IV| bruised hearts~And broken estate to pity move thy soul,~Yet 837 II| mother the young plants estrange.~Nay, even the quarter of 838 IV| to drink~Pure draughts of ether; for God permeates all-Earth, 839 II| Such Remus and his brother: Etruria thus,~Doubt not, to greatness 840 II| gold, what time~The sleek Etruscan at the altar blows~His ivory 841 III| now waxed common. Of harsh Eurystheus who~The story knows not, 842 IV| herdsman on the hills when evening bids~The steers from pasture 843 III| And that vast wheel and ever-baffling stone.~Meanwhile the Dryad-haunted 844 I| winter’s dust the crops~Exceedingly rejoice, the field hath 845 IV| the wave-top, and from far~Exclaimed, “Cyrene, sister, not for 846 II| mist and flitting smoke exhales,~Drinks moisture up and 847 I| shower foul ashes o’er the exhausted fields.~Thus by rotation 848 II| vine, ~Hath needs beyond exhausting; the whole soil~Thrice, 849 I| whit the more ~For all expedients tried and travail borne~ 850 IV| palm-tree o’er the porch extend its shade,~Or huge-grown 851 III| With all its promise, and extirpate the breed.~Well would he 852 III| back;~His sprightly breast exuberant with brawn.~Chestnut and 853 I| choirs afield,~The cattle’s exultation, and the rooks’~Deep-throated 854 II| rich,~In moisture sweet exulting, and the plain~That teems 855 IV| sawest,~When with closed eyelids first he sank to sleep.”~ 856 IV| darkness— came,~Entered, and faced the Manes and the King~Of 857 III| revisit, then they stand~All facing westward on the rocky heights,~ 858 IV| too,~Whose roses bloom and fade and bloom again;~How endives 859 IV| was he~Plucking the rathe faint hyacinth, while he chid~ 860 IV| heaven’s behest~I for my fainting fortunes hither come~An 861 III| and heedless of the sward,~Faints, turns him from the springs, 862 I| driving oars, when launch the fair-rigged fleet,~Or in ripe hour to 863 I| whence the wind that brings~Fair-weather-clouds, or what the rain South~ 864 II| became~The fair world’s fairest, and with circling wall~ 865 II| cope not therefore with Falernian bins.~Vines Aminaean too, 866 III| heaven no less is filled with falling snow;~The cattle perish: 867 II| calm,~A life that knows no falsehood, rich enow~With various 868 I| of arbute, and thy mystic fan,~Iacchus; which, full tale, 869 II| not alone~To feed an idle fancy with the view,~But since 870 III| high processions to the fane,~And view the victims felled; 871 IV| his,~So fates prevent not, fans thy penal fires,~Yet madly 872 IV| And let green cassias and far-scented thymes,~And savory with 873 IV| my swimming eyes. And now farewell:~Girt with enormous night 874 II| thou praise~Broad acres, farm but few. Rough twigs beside~ 875 II| Of Ida; nor of self-same fashion spring~Fat olives, orchades, 876 II| falls; the flower, none faster, clings;~With it the Medes 877 IV| placed on pyre before their fathers’ eyes.~Round them, with 878 II| thou’lt rear~The olive’s fatness well-beloved of Peace.~Apples, 879 IV| branching mouths~With black mud fattens and makes Aegypt green,~ 880 III| breath resign;~Hence on the fawning dog comes madness, hence~ 881 IV| dead,~Snapt is the bond of fealty; they themselves~Ravage 882 I| beneath the mighty blast.~This fearing, mark the months and Signs 883 II| them now;~The vine-shoot, fearless of the rising south,~Or 884 I| proceeds~That blending of the feathered choirs afield,~The cattle’ 885 I| air with fallen leaves,~Or feathers on the wave-top float and 886 III| ells high the earth lies featureless:~Still winter? still the 887 III| Nor puny colts betray the feeble sire.~The herd itself of 888 III| But sudden clear whole feeding grounds, the flock~With 889 II| our grasp; not now with feigned song~Through winding bouts 890 III| fane,~And view the victims felled; or how the scene~Sunders 891 III| the steer that mourns his fellow’s fate,~And in mid labour 892 I| sunshine, twice the frost has felt;~Ay, that’s the land whose 893 III| through sight of her, the female wastes~His strength with 894 I| turn the runnel’s course, fence corn-fields in,~Make springes 895 II| leaves, to shepherds shade,~Fences for crops, and food for 896 II| conquering arm e’en now art fending far~The unwarlike Indian 897 I| the heights, or one loud ferment booms~The beach afar, and 898 IV| softened bones~Heats and ferments, and things of wondrous 899 I| heifers browse the brakes,~The fertile brakes of Ceos; and clothed 900 I| with flashing sunlight, fervent aye~From fire; on either 901 I| To mutual interchange of festal cheer.~Boon winter bids 902 III| play the night out, and in festive glee~With barm and service 903 IV| city walls~Safe-circling fetch them water, or essay~Brief 904 II| care.~So now the vines are fettered, now the trees~Let go the 905 III| and their limbs~By thirsty fever are consumed, ’tis good~ 906 III| the advancing plague ‘gin fiercer grow,~Then are their eyes 907 I| tells of rain, of east winds fiery-red;~If spots with ruddy fire 908 I| for labour lucky: fly the fifth;~Then sprang pale Orcus 909 IV| bodies shield him in the fight,~And seek through showering 910 III| rehearse ere long~The fiery fights of Caesar, speed his name~ 911 III| heaven— the white~Wool-woven fillet half wreathed about his 912 I| beams to rise,~Nor fleecy films to float along the sky.~ 913 I| Thetis ope their wings,~Nor filthy swine take thought to toss 914 III| while,~His midmost coils and final sweep of tail~Relaxing, 915 II| dresser now~Sings of his finished rows; but still the ground~ 916 II| towering palm too, and the fir~Destined to spy the dangers 917 I| late watches out~By winter fire-light, shaping with keen blade~ 918 II| liking, one for wine,~The firmer sort for Ceres, none too 919 IV| who metes the main~With fish-drawn chariot of two-footed steeds;~ 920 II| wains, and curved boat-keels fit;~Willows bear twigs enow, 921 III| his ears, wherefrom~Bursts fitful sweat, a sweat that waxes 922 I| and woods and coasts~Wail fitfully beneath the mighty blast.~ 923 I| constellations of the world.~Five zones the heavens contain; 924 IV| Challenge and cheer their flagging appetite~To taste the well-known 925 IV| One with gold-burnished flakes will shine like fire,~For 926 I| stubble burn with crackling flames;~Whether that earth therefrom 927 I| cowering terror; he with flaming brand~Athos, or Rhodope, 928 III| of boundless length her flank;~Large every way she is, 929 III| where no shelter is,~So flat the plain and boundless. 930 I| skyward: so might winter’s flaw,~Dark-eddying, whirl light 931 I| time it is to hide~Your flax in earth, and poppy, Ceres’ 932 I| the plain is parched~By flax-crop, parched by oats, by poppies 933 I| brother’s beams to rise,~Nor fleecy films to float along the 934 I| when launch the fair-rigged fleet,~Or in ripe hour to fell 935 III| Subdues him: the shy deer and fleet-foot stags~With hounds now wander 936 IV| bow at length laid by,~Fleet-footed Arethusa. But in their midst~ 937 II| sheen of arms~The wide earth flickers, nor yet in grisly strife~ 938 I| steeds~On us the Orient flings, that hour with them~Red 939 I| out hidden fire~From the flint’s heart. Then first the 940 I| Cast stones, whence men, a flinty race, were reared.~Up then! 941 I| their wake,~Or light chaff flit in air with fallen leaves,~ 942 I| meres~Shrill-twittering flits the swallow, and the frogs~ 943 II| Which vapoury mist and flitting smoke exhales,~Drinks moisture 944 IV| even now~Death-cold was floating on the Stygian barge!~For 945 II| keen-furrowing steel;~Light alder floats upon the boiling flood~Sped 946 I| With brimming dikes are flooded, and at sea~No mariner but 947 I| ears are bruised~Upon the floor; to plough strip, strip 948 II| Ay, and with gold hath flowed abundantly.~A land that 949 II| heaven~Its foliage falls; the flower, none faster, clings;~With 950 III| Saturn’s self with mane flung loose on neck~Sped at his 951 IV| bid the waters flow,~Ere flush the meadows with new tints, 952 III| anon o’erflowed~A watery flux, and all their bones piecemeal~ 953 IV| eddying whirl~Churned into foam the water, and was gone;~ 954 III| The bull drops, vomiting foam-dabbled gore,~And heaves his latest 955 II| laden blooms the field,~And foams the vintage high with brimming 956 III| just, such madness to their foes-Each with bared teeth his own 957 III| cures but injure; then were foiled~The masters, Chiron sprung 958 II| for no wind of heaven~Its foliage falls; the flower, none 959 I| by her crescent dim,~For folks afield and on the open sea~ 960 I| sun ~And moons in order following thou regard,~Ne’er will 961 IV| well-nigh won, behind him following-So Proserpine had ruled it— 962 III| furious rivals run;~Wound follows wound; the black blood laves 963 IV| Even Aristaeus, thy heart’s fondest care,~Here by the brink 964 I| Their looked-for harvest fools with empty ears.~But if 965 III| harm~With scab and loathly foot-rot. Passing thence~I bid the 966 IV| after bridge, where they may footing find~And spread their wide 967 IV| things of wondrous birth,~Footless at first, anon with feet 968 II| Departing justice her last footprints left.~Me before all things 969 IV| still.~And now with homeward footstep he had passed~All perils 970 IV| enter (winds blow back~The foragers with food returning home)~ 971 II| first fresh infant growth,~Forbear their frailty, and while 972 IV| twist the iron with the forceps’ grip-Not otherwise, to 973 I| Hence under doubtful skies forebode we can~The coming tempests, 974 I| and open skies thou mayst forecast,~And learn by tokens sure, 975 III| blind stings of passion to forefend,~Whether on steed or steer 976 III| His tushes whets, with forefoot tears the ground,~Rubs ‘ 977 IV| Pleiad uplifts~Her comely forehead for the earth to see,~With 978 I| unknown surface, heed we to forelearn~The winds and varying temper 979 III| And Tanager’s dry bed and forest-banks.~With this same scourge 980 I| hem with hounds the mighty forest-glades.~Soon one with hand-net 981 I| in ripe hour to fell the forest-pine.~Hence, too, not idly do 982 III| snatch soft slumber, nor on forest-ridge~Lie stretched along the 983 III| mighty groaning; all the forest-side~And far Olympus bellow back 984 III| sound is heard among the forest-tops;~Long waves come racing 985 I| cried for haste,~He may forestall; the ploughman batters keen~ 986 IV| on him, and ere he rose~Forestalled him with the fetters; he 987 IV| steppes to frost Rhipaean forever wed,~Alone he wandered, 988 I| stiff blade are fused and forged.~Euphrates here, here Germany 989 III| smouldering fire, till he forget~Both grass and woodland. 990 II| generations; apples wane~Forgetful of their former juice, the 991 IV| be forgiven, might Hell forgive.~For at the very threshold 992 IV| seized-Meet fault to be forgiven, might Hell forgive.~For 993 II| pursues and prunes~The vine forlorn, and lops it into shape.~ 994 II| pole;~So strong is custom formed in early years.~Whether 995 | former 996 IV| battle they have hied them forth-For oft ‘twixt king and king 997 IV| heaven with summer ray,~Forthwith they roam the glades and 998 III| curb obey.~But no device so fortifies their power ~As love’s blind 999 II| rule of laws,~Nor maddened Forum have his eyes beheld,~Nor 1000 IV| Their little ones they foster, hence with skill~Work out 1001 II| undressed willow claims thy fostering care.~So now the vines are