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1002 III| father Tros, and Troy’s first founder, lord~Of Cynthus. And accursed 1003 IV| Phasis and Lycus, and that fountain-head~Whence first the deep Enipeus 1004 II| I dare~Unseal the sacred fountains, and essay~Themes of old 1005 III| mighty spots-While from their founts gush any streams, while 1006 II| field,~Truncheons cleft four-wise, or sharp-pointed stakes;~ 1007 IV| from limb,~And strewed his fragments over the wide fields.~Then 1008 I| Tmolus comes~The saffron’s fragrance, ivory from Ind,~From Saba’ 1009 IV| of this, well seethed in fragrant wine,~Set in brimmed baskets 1010 II| stars the heaven.~Nor could frail creatures bear this heavy 1011 II| infant growth,~Forbear their frailty, and while yet the bough~ 1012 III| collars hang, then when their free-born necks~Are used to service, 1013 I| own will~All things more freely, no man bidding, bore.~He 1014 II| woodland temper, and, by frequent tilth,~To whatso craft thou 1015 IV| broken boughs,~With thyme and fresh-pulled cassias: this is done~When 1016 I| Round Asian meads within thy fresher-pools,~Cayster, as in eager rivalry,~ 1017 I| from out her inmost cells,~Fretting the narrow path, her eggs 1018 III| tree his flanks, and to and fro~Hardens each wallowing shoulder 1019 II| skins~Dance in their tipsy frolic. Furthermore~The Ausonian 1020 IV| from the billows: round him frolicking~The watery folk that people 1021 I| thy sowing till half the frosts be done.~Therefore it is 1022 III| more each dry-wrung udder froths the pail,~More copious soon 1023 IV| not slight the praise,~So frown not heaven, and Phoebus 1024 I| their feet,~By dark Styx frowned on, and the abysmal shades.~ 1025 II| Spring it is~Blesses the fruit-plantation, Spring the groves;~In Spring 1026 IV| thine own hands pluck up~My fruit-plantations: on the homestead fling~ 1027 II| Strange leaves admires and fruitage not its own.~Nor of one 1028 I| craving farmer’s prayer fulfils,~Which twice the sunshine, 1029 II| tender plants, then seek~Full-fed Tarentum’s glades and distant 1030 IV| the while lead forth the full-grown young,~Their country’s hope, 1031 III| but spend~Their udders’ fullness on their own sweet young.~ 1032 IV| soul,~Yet who would fear to fumigate with thyme,~Or cut the empty 1033 III| Envy there~Shall dread the Furies, and thy ruthless flood,~ 1034 IV| myself, were I not even now ~Furling my sails, and, nigh the 1035 I| and at sea~No mariner but furls his dripping sails.~Never 1036 I| groaning ox,~And teach the furrow-burnished share to shine.~That land 1037 IV| So sang I of the tilth of furrowed fields, ~Of flocks and trees, 1038 I| fallow plain~And heaved its furrowy ridges, turns once more~ 1039 | further 1040 II| Dance in their tipsy frolic. Furthermore~The Ausonian swains, a race 1041 II| wot, when Eurus falls~With fury on the ships, how many waves~ 1042 IV| Oebalia’s towers,~Where dark Galaesus laves the yellowing fields,~ 1043 I| heaven, the heifer snuffs the gale~Through gaping nostrils, 1044 II| learn to mount,~Laugh at the gales, and through the elm-tops 1045 IV| the savour bruised from gall,~And rose-leaves dried, 1046 I| When now the awful groves ‘gan fail to bear~Acorns and 1047 III| trace the battle of the Gangarides,~And our Quirinus’ conquering 1048 II| its wealth of woods, ~Nor Ganges fair, and Hermus thick with 1049 I| empty helmets, while he gapes to see~Bones as of giants 1050 IV| husbandry~Makes the trim garden smile; of Paestum too,~Whose 1051 IV| he, the while his meagre garden-herbs~Among the thorns he planted, 1052 IV| standards from the camp.~Let gardens with the breath of saffron 1053 III| hence~Racks the sick swine a gasping cough that chokes~With swelling 1054 I| more. Soon, too, the corn~Gat sorrow’s increase, that 1055 III| Over him~Heaven’s huge gate thunders; the rock-shattered 1056 II| aconite betrays~Its hapless gatherers, nor with sweep so vast~ 1057 II| bounteous will~Have borne, he gathers; nor iron rule of laws,~ 1058 IV| springing blades.~Let the gay lizard too keep far aloof~ 1059 II| the shore~Myrtles throng gayest; Bacchus, lastly, loves~ 1060 II| courtiers, nor agape they gaze~On pillars with fair tortoise-shell 1061 IV| now, with eyes~Of wonder gazing on his mother’s hall~And 1062 II| homes of Arabs, and tattooed~Geloni; to all trees their native 1063 III| the wonted use,~And keen Gelonian, when to Rhodope~He flies, 1064 II| its hapless hearths,~From gems to drink, on Tyrian rugs 1065 IV| proof of toil, and for the general store~Hoard up their gathered 1066 II| First, nature’s law ~For generating trees is manifold;~For some 1067 II| of its shade~To late-born generations; apples wane~Forgetful of 1068 IV| young slips, or shed the genial showers.~And I myself, were 1069 III| rocky heights,~And of the gentle breezes take their fill;~ 1070 III| no earlier track~Slopes gently downward to Castalia’s spring.~ 1071 II| from some strange tree a germ they pen,~And to the moist 1072 II| commingling, rears to life~All germs that teem within her; then 1073 III| to Rhodope~He flies, or Getic desert, and quaffs milk~ 1074 IV| with great,~The love of getting planted in their breasts~ 1075 IV| hollow shades~Came trooping, ghostly semblances of forms~Lost 1076 I| gapes to see~Bones as of giants from the trench untombed.~ 1077 I| hour with them~Red Vesper ‘gins to trim his his ‘lated fires.~ 1078 III| reverberate the roar.~Yet must I gird me to rehearse ere long~ 1079 II| yet no laggards they,~When girded with the quiver! Media yields~ 1080 IV| service, boys, unwedded girls,~Youths placed on pyre before 1081 I| fourth rising, for ’tis that~Gives surest counsel, clear she 1082 I| cradles, by some hidden joy~Gladdened beyond their wont, in bustling 1083 IV| plaint~Of Aristaeus; on their glassy thrones~Amazement held them 1084 IV| forth the grey light of his gleaming eyes~Upon him, and with 1085 IV| pollen from the flowers, and glean and keep~To this same end 1086 III| night out, and in festive glee~With barm and service sour 1087 I| the abysmal shades.~Here glides the huge Snake forth with 1088 I| glorious! ye that lead the gliding year~Along the sky, Liber 1089 II| companies~With green leaf glimmering gray; and some there be~ 1090 III| slipped his slough,~To glittering youth transformed he winds 1091 I| Cyclops’ fields,~And roll down globes of fire and molten rocks!~ 1092 III| up-springs~Black Auster, that glooms heaven with rainy cold.~ 1093 I| together. At that time~In gloomy entrails ceased not to appear~ 1094 IV| Ligea, Phyllodoce,~Their glossy locks o’er snowy shoulders 1095 III| strive, or with the raw-hide glove;~Whilst I, my head with 1096 III| full fierce heat~Of autumn glowed, and cattle-kindreds all~ 1097 IV| drones, a lazy herd. How glows the work!~How sweet the 1098 IV| keep~To this same end the glue, that binds more fast~Than 1099 IV| the crocus blushing red,~Glue-yielding limes, and hyacinths dusky-eyed.~ 1100 IV| Upon him, and with fiercely gnashing teeth~Unlocks his lips to 1101 II| their hard tooth, whose gnawing scars the stem.~For no offence 1102 IV| planted in their breasts~Goads on the bees, that haunt 1103 III| mighty course ~Of Elis at the goal will sweat, and shower~Red 1104 IV| set on afresh~The brimming goblets; with Panchaian fires~Upleap 1105 I| Silvanus, and Gods all and Goddesses,~Who make the fields your 1106 III| my shrine shall Caesar’s godhead dwell.~To him will I, as 1107 IV| the empty throne.~One with gold-burnished flakes will shine like fire,~ 1108 II| tortoise-shell inwrought,~Gold-purfled robes, and bronze from Ephyre;~ 1109 III| And every thicket with the goldfinch rings.~Of Libya’s shepherds 1110 IV| foam the water, and was gone;~But not Cyrene, who unquestioned 1111 I| the crow~With full voice, good-for-naught, inviting rain,~Stalks on 1112 III| plain and boundless. All his goods~The Afric swain bears with 1113 I| oft the soil,~Do greedy goose and Strymon-haunting cranes~ 1114 II| hollow vale o’erflows, and gorge profound,~Where’er the god 1115 IV| their parsley, and how the gourd~Twists through the grass 1116 I| there lie,~By the Gods’ grace to heart-sick mortals given,~ 1117 IV| before the Dell-nymphs, gracious powers:~Bring gifts, and 1118 I| running wine,~That use by gradual dint of thought on thought~ 1119 II| arbutus with walnut-fruit~Is grafted; so have barren planes ere 1120 II| method of inserting eyes ~And grafting one: for where the buds 1121 IV| on tier,~And weave their granaries from the rifled flowers.~ 1122 I| Her home, and plants her granary, underground,~Or burrow 1123 II| yet in grisly strife~Foe grapples foe, but dubious ‘twixt 1124 I| the course, and, idly now~Grasping the reins, the driver by 1125 II| With green leaf glimmering gray; and some there be~From 1126 IV| plodding steer,~Meet for the grazing herd, nor good for vines.~ 1127 II| broad lakes?~Thee, Larius, greatest and, Benacus, thee~With 1128 III| Amyclae; such the pair~In Grecian song renowned, those steeds 1129 II| sheep and heifers glut their greed.~Nor cold by hoar-frost 1130 III| the banks~With grass are greenest, where are sheltering caves,~ 1131 III| sod.~The rest along the greensward graze at will.~Those that 1132 II| With songs of birds the greenwood-wildernesses,~And in due time the herds 1133 II| Doubt not, to greatness grew, and Rome became~The fair 1134 IV| feed~On arbutes and the grey-green willow-leaves,~And cassia 1135 II| like to die;~Nor hath he grieved through pitying of the poor,~ 1136 III| shapely dam to choose.~Of kine grim-faced is goodliest, with coarse 1137 III| Poured from the barrier grip the course and go,~When 1138 IV| the iron with the forceps’ grip-Not otherwise, to measure small 1139 II| Hid thief-like first, now grips the tough tree-bole,~And 1140 II| earth flickers, nor yet in grisly strife~Foe grapples foe, 1141 IV| heat~Spits forth the dry grit from his parched mouth:~ 1142 III| he-goats too~Their beards and grizzled chins and bristling hair~ 1143 IV| not for naught~Scared by a groan so deep, behold! ’tis he,~ 1144 III| deep-drawn their breath,~At times groan-laboured: with long sobbing heave~ 1145 III| rainy cold.~Hence from their groin slow drips a poisonous juice,~ 1146 II| treasures, yet broad-acred ease,~Grottoes and living lakes, yet Tempes 1147 III| sudden clear whole feeding grounds, the flock~With all its 1148 IV| Along the shore in scattered groups to feed~The sea-calves stretch 1149 III| inglorious age. A horse grown old~Slow kindling unto love 1150 III| painfully with rakes~They grub the soil, aye, with their 1151 IV| and the sister-nymphs who guard~The hundred forests and 1152 I| er~Wilt thou be caught by guile of cloudless night.~When 1153 II| Others vex~The darksome gulfs of Ocean with their oars,~ 1154 IV| Narcissus’ tear,~And sticky gum oozed from the bark of trees,~ 1155 III| but a waft the well-known gust conveys?~Nor curb can check 1156 III| plains ‘gin shiver with light gusts;~A sound is heard among 1157 IV| gripped him fast with hand and gyve,~Then divers forms and bestial 1158 I| sky,~The lineal tilth and habits of the spot,~What every 1159 III| grizzled chins and bristling hair~Let clip for camp-use, or 1160 III| The forest glades, with halcyon’s song the shore,~And every 1161 I| warmth then upon the shore~Do halcyons dear to Thetis ope their 1162 III| Loud-bellowing, and with glad shouts hale them home.~Themselves in 1163 I| and hurdles osier-twined~Hales o’er them; from the far 1164 IV| wonder gazing on his mother’s hall~And watery kingdom and cave-prisoned 1165 III| times~Yield to the supple halter, even while yet~Weak, tottering-limbed, 1166 II| And Syrian, and the heavy hand-fillers.~Not the same vintage from 1167 I| forest-glades.~Soon one with hand-net scourges the broad stream,~ 1168 III| under them with straw~And handfuls of the fern be littered 1169 III| And rigidly repels the handler’s touch.~These earlier signs 1170 II| like the main?~Or sing her harbours, and the barrier cast~Athwart 1171 I| plain~A crust of sloth to harden; or, when stars~Are changed 1172 IV| So reckless in youth’s hardihood, affront~Our portals? or 1173 III| With hounds, too, hunt the hare, with hounds the doe;~Oft 1174 I| And hunt the long-eared hares, then pierce the doe~With 1175 I| threshing-sleighs~And drags, and harrows with their crushing weight;~ 1176 III| Oestros— fierce it is, and harshly hums,~Driving whole herds 1177 I| the land whose boundless harvest-crops~Burst, see! the barns.~But 1178 I| coming tempests, hence both harvest-day~And seed-time, when to smite 1179 I| thy neighbour’s heaped-up harvest-mow,~And in the greenwood from 1180 IV| Hoard up their gathered harvesting. For some~Watch o’er the 1181 IV| Aristaeus stood~Fast by the haunted river-head, and thus~With 1182 I| trident’s stroke,~Neptune; and haunter of the groves, for whom~ 1183 III| monstrous bears such wide-spread havoc-doom~Deal through the forests; 1184 III| branchy fare,~Nor lock your hay-loft all the winter long.~But 1185 II| Nor midst the vines plant hazel; neither take~The topmost 1186 II| Whose entrails rich on hazel-spits we’ll roast.~This further 1187 II| suckers spring~Both hardy hazels and huge ash, the tree~That 1188 III| and on Cinyps’ bank the he-goats too~Their beards and grizzled 1189 III| while the swain~His hand of healing from the wound withholds,~ 1190 III| with running tired,~Their healthful slumbers never broke by 1191 I| Alack! thy neighbour’s heaped-up harvest-mow,~And in the 1192 I| lie,~By the Gods’ grace to heart-sick mortals given,~And a path 1193 I| icy star,~And through what heavenly cycles wandereth~The glowing 1194 III| the threshing-floor groans heavily~With pounding of the corn-ears, 1195 I| will come when there anigh,~Heaving the earth up with his curved 1196 I| heard~By Germany; strange heavings shook the Alps.~Yea, and 1197 IV| thymes,~And savory with its heavy-laden breath~Bloom round about, 1198 II| and stem the branchy tide.~Hedges too must be woven and all 1199 III| highland: of themselves~Right heedfully the she-goats homeward troop~ 1200 I| team~Is onward borne, nor heeds the car his curb.~ 1201 III| therewith~Sea-leek, strong hellebores, bitumen black.~Yet ne’er 1202 IV| Allure them, and the lord of Hellespont,~Priapus, wielder of the 1203 II| bristled thick with lance and helm;~But heavy harvests and 1204 I| ponderous harrow strike~On empty helmets, while he gapes to see~Bones 1205 III| the obstructed jaws.~’Twas helpful through inverted horn to 1206 IV| thine, alas! no more,~These helpless hands.’ She spake, and suddenly,~ 1207 I| that it hardens more and helps to bind~The gaping veins, 1208 I| cozen them with lime,~And hem with hounds the mighty forest-glades.~ 1209 I| pierce the doe~With whirl of hempen-thonged Balearic sling,~While snow 1210 II| moisture rife~Breeds lustier herbage, and is more than meet~Prolific. 1211 II| with shade the brows of Hercules,~And acorns dear to the 1212 II| invokes,~Lenaeus, and for the herdsmen on an elm~Sets up a mark 1213 | herein 1214 II| winepress pluck thee down;~Hereinto let that evil land, with 1215 IV| gloom.~With chaplets woven hereof full oft are decked~Heaven’ 1216 IV| walls they pinch, and add hereto~From the four winds four 1217 II| woods, ~Nor Ganges fair, and Hermus thick with gold,~Can match 1218 I| land~Besport them, and the hern, her marshy haunts~Forsaking, 1219 IV| Matrons and men, and great heroic frames~Done with life’s 1220 IV| if t o battle they have hied them forth-For oft ‘twixt 1221 III| See from the first yon high-bred colt afield,~His lofty step, 1222 I| springs to trickle blood,~And high-built cities night-long to resound~ 1223 IV| display of puny powers,~High-hearted chiefs, a nation’s history,~ 1224 I| annoy:~Or, as it rises, the high-soaring cranes~Flee to the vales 1225 III| day by day~Still rearing higher that all-devouring head.~ 1226 III| go,~When youthful hope is highest, and every heart~Drained 1227 III| And brakes that love the highland: of themselves~Right heedfully 1228 IV| meadow-flower by country folk~Hight star-wort; ’tis a plant 1229 II| early years.~Whether on hill or plain ’tis best to plant~ 1230 I| dying, from the brow of its hill-bed,~See! see! he lures the 1231 II| For indeed~The starved hill-country gravel scarce serves the 1232 III| still~High Alps and Noric hill-forts should behold,~And Iapydian 1233 II| stubborn lands~And churlish hill-sides, where are thorny fields~ 1234 I| rakes smooth~The dry dust hillocks, then on the tender corn~ 1235 II| lastly, loves~The bare hillside, and yews the north wind’ 1236 III| grass tops listlessly, or hindmost lag,~Or, browsing, cast 1237 III| young,~Latonian Delos and Hippodame,~And Pelops for his ivory 1238 III| defiance, and puffs out~A hissing throat, down with him! see 1239 IV| High-hearted chiefs, a nation’s history,~Its traits, its bent, its 1240 II| look to that,~And bitter hoar-frosts, and the delver’s toil~Untiring, 1241 IV| and for the general store~Hoard up their gathered harvesting. 1242 II| Tyrian rugs to lie;~This hoards his wealth and broods o’ 1243 IV| when the troubled ocean hoarsely booms~With back-swung billow, 1244 III| is young,~The grass yet hoary, and to browsing herds~The 1245 I| and with its coat of slime~Holds all the country, whence 1246 IV| pines.~Oft too in burrowed holes, if fame be true,~They make 1247 I| moles,~Or toad is found in hollows, and all the swarm~Of earth’ 1248 I| mild,~If by your bounty holpen earth once changed~Chaonian 1249 IV| broach the treasures of the honey-house,~With draught of water first 1250 IV| burn scented galbanum,~And, honey-streams through reeden troughs instilled,~ 1251 I| for her pleasure thou mix honeycombs~With milk and the ripe wine-god; 1252 III| run the ring~With rhythmic hoof-beat echoing, and now learn~Alternately 1253 III| therefrom, and pierce~Within the hoof-clefts a blood-bounding vein.~Of 1254 I| the birds,~Prune with thy hook the dark field’s matted 1255 I| wilt-For neither Tartarus hopes to call thee king,~Nor may 1256 IV| Lydia, no, nor Parthia’s hordes,~Nor Median Hydaspes, to 1257 IV| unequal foe~Swoops the fierce hornet, or the moth’s fell tribe;~ 1258 IV| and the grove~Grim with a horror of great darkness— came,~ 1259 III| desert, and quaffs milk~With horse-blood curdled.~Seest one far afield ~ 1260 IV| Or bough befriend with hospitable shade.~O’er the mid-waters, 1261 I| bow sucks moisture; or a host~Of rooks from food returning 1262 III| running wave:~But at day’s hottest seek a shadowy vale,~Where 1263 I| bid Ceres come~To be their house-mate; and let no man dare~Put 1264 III| haunts the pools, and here~Housed in the banks, with fish 1265 I| night eternal; at that time~Howbeit earth also, and the ocean-plains,~ 1266 I| resound~With the wolves’ howling. Never more than then~From 1267 III| prove of poorer service, howsoe’er~Milesian fleeces dipped 1268 IV| porch extend its shade,~Or huge-grown oleaster, that in Spring,~ 1269 III| there~Surging with war, and hugely flowing, the Nile,~And columns 1270 III| Its bane among the cattle, hugs the ground,~Fell scourge 1271 I| sweats away~Each useless humour, or that the heat unlocks~ 1272 III| fierce it is, and harshly hums,~Driving whole herds in 1273 IV| clothed her, in full tale~Hung there, by mellowing autumn 1274 I| oak~Seek solace for thine hunger.~Now to tell ~The sturdy 1275 III| gathered might breaks camp,~And hurls him headlong on the unthinking 1276 I| all her bulk~Earth at the hurly quakes; the beasts are fled,~ 1277 IV| for toil:~With dawn they hurry from the gates— no room~ 1278 IV| Unbounded then their wrath; if hurt, they breathe~Venom into 1279 I| brittle stalks arise,~A hurtling forest. For the plain is 1280 III| chosen chief~And designated husband of the herd:~And flowery 1281 IV| jaws agape,~And, the wind hushed, Ixion’s wheel stood still.~ 1282 III| pastures and the scattered huts~They house in? Oft their 1283 IV| Plucking the rathe faint hyacinth, while he chid~Summer’s 1284 IV| Glue-yielding limes, and hyacinths dusky-eyed.~One hour for 1285 I| star and star,~Pleiads and Hyads, and Lycaon’s child~Bright 1286 IV| wool stained through with hyaline dye,~Drymo, Xantho, Ligea, 1287 IV| Parthia’s hordes,~Nor Median Hydaspes, to their king~Do such obeisance: 1288 II| Pholus, and with mighty bowl~Hylaeus threatening high the Lapithae.~ 1289 III| not the tale been told of Hylas young,~Latonian Delos and 1290 III| walks along.~The age for Hymen’s rites, Lucina’s pangs,~ 1291 IV| whence Anio’s flood,~And Hypanis that roars amid his rocks,~ 1292 I| arbute, and thy mystic fan,~Iacchus; which, full tale, long 1293 I| brought to light~Coeus, Iapetus, and Typhoeus fell,~And 1294 III| hill-forts should behold,~And Iapydian Timavus’ fields,~Ay, still 1295 II| with Boreas’ breath.~Then ice-bound winter locks the fields, 1296 III| his plunging car.~Quick ice-crusts curdle on the running stream,~ 1297 III| Stiff clings the jagged icicle. Meanwhile~All heaven no 1298 III| silver-scum~And native sulphur and Idaean pitch,~Wax mollified with 1299 I| thistle reared his spines~An idler in the fields; the crops 1300 III| bring thee back the palms~Of Idumaea, and raise a marble shrine~ 1301 III| Weak, tottering-limbed, and ignorant of life.~But, three years 1302 II| II~Thus far the tilth of fields 1303 III| III~Thee too, great Pales, will 1304 III| Round wooded Silarus and the ilex-bowers~Of green Alburnus swarms 1305 III| cattle far to seek,~And ill-matched buffaloes the chariots drew~ 1306 II| from the roots~Uptorn the immemorial haunt of birds;~They banished 1307 II| Parnassus. Such the modes~Nature imparted first; hence all the race~ 1308 I| boundary-line-Even this was impious; for the common stock~They 1309 I| air winnow, lo! fierce, implacable,~Nisus with mighty whirr 1310 III| Or sits for happier signs imploring heaven.~Aye, and when inward 1311 I| the laws by Nature’s hand imposed~On clime and clime, e’er 1312 IV| her swaying net.~The more impoverished they, the keenlier all~To 1313 III| to tell,~But of the wind impregnate, far and wide~O’er craggy 1314 III| Against the heifer sprung from Inachus.~From this too thou, since 1315 II| Panchaia, one wide tract~Of incense-teeming sand. Here never bulls~With 1316 IV| pigmy frame,~Steadfast no inch to yield till these or those~ 1317 III| large-footed even,~With incurved horns and shaggy ears beneath.~ 1318 II| fending far~The unwarlike Indian from the heights of Rome.~ 1319 IV| that burns up~The thirsty Indians blazed in heaven; his course~ 1320 I| the voice of rooks from indrawn throat~Thrice, four times, 1321 IV| Look thou, Maecenas, with indulgent eye.~A marvellous display 1322 II| are in their first fresh infant growth,~Forbear their frailty, 1323 IV| too he came,~Of Dis the infernal palace, and the grove~Grim 1324 II| Pear-tree transformed the ingrafted apple yield,~And stony cornels 1325 II| rout, and through~Avernian inlets pours the Tuscan tide?~A 1326 I| Glaucus, and Melicertes, Ino’s child.~The sun too, both 1327 III| Crams the black void of his insatiate maw.~Soon as the fens are 1328 II| elms.~Nor is the method of inserting eyes ~And grafting one: 1329 IV| perched upon a spray~With sad insistence pipes her dolorous strain,~ 1330 III| of mares,~By Venus’ self inspired of old, what time~The Potnian 1331 IV| king unscathed,~One will inspires the million: is he dead,~ 1332 IV| honey-streams through reeden troughs instilled,~Challenge and cheer their 1333 IV| share is given~Of the Divine Intelligence, and to drink~Pure draughts 1334 I| yield themselves~To mutual interchange of festal cheer.~Boon winter 1335 II| Did not so large a respite interpose~‘Twixt frost and heat, and 1336 II| blunted blade; nor truncheons intersperse~Of the wild olive: for oft 1337 III| jaws.~’Twas helpful through inverted horn to pour~Draughts of 1338 I| voice, good-for-naught, inviting rain,~Stalks on the dry 1339 II| of hollowed bark assume, invoke~Thee with glad hymns, O 1340 II| pours libation, and thy name invokes,~Lenaeus, and for the herdsmen 1341 III| imploring heaven.~Aye, and when inward to the bleater’s bones~The 1342 III| face, and Britain’s sons~Inwoven thereon with those proud 1343 II| with fair tortoise-shell inwrought,~Gold-purfled robes, and 1344 II| rolling shoreward from the Ionian sea.~Not that all soils 1345 IV| Winter had ceased in sullen ire to rive~The rocks with frost, 1346 III| the running stream,~And iron-hooped wheels the water’s back 1347 I| bright head he veiled~In iron-hued darkness, till a godless 1348 III| straightway bind their mouths~With iron-tipped muzzles. What they milk 1349 III| Fast flies meanwhile the irreparable hour, ~As point to point 1350 III| oxen’s mighty frames~Stand island-like amid the frost, and stags~ 1351 II| idle. O blithe to make all Ismarus~One forest of the wine-god, 1352 II| That from the stock-root issueth, if it be~Set out with clear 1353 II| ooze all away,~In big drops issuing through the osier-withes,~ 1354 III| Maeotic wave,~Where turbid Ister whirls his yellow sands,~ 1355 II| Can match the praise of Italy; nor Ind,~Nor Bactria, nor 1356 II| war-tried cornel too;~Yews into Ituraean bows are bent:~Nor do smooth 1357 IV| IV~Of air-born honey, gift 1358 II| up a mark for the swift javelin; they~Strip their tough 1359 II| with these~The Volscian javelin-armed, the Decii too,~The Marii 1360 I| Some swain will light on javelins by foul rust~Corroded, or 1361 III| timorous stags the battle join?~O’er all conspicuous is 1362 IV| my sails, and, nigh the journey’s end,~Eager to turn my 1363 III| And great names of the Jove-descended folk,~And father Tros, and 1364 I| go,~And all the choir, a joyful company,~Attend it, and 1365 II| while yet the bough~Shoots joyfully toward heaven, with loosened 1366 II| Media yields~The bitter juices and slow-lingering taste~ 1367 III| Stiffen upon the wearers; juicy wines~They cleave with axes; 1368 II| mighty bellowings, where the Julian wave~Echoes the thunder 1369 III| by,~And in the grove of Jupiter urge on~The flying chariot, 1370 II| them from earth~Departing justice her last footprints left.~ 1371 II| my glory, O thou that art~Justly the chiefest portion of 1372 II| assail it not as yet~With keen-edged sickle, but let the leaves 1373 II| Shrink from man’s shaping and keen-furrowing steel;~Light alder floats 1374 IV| more impoverished they, the keenlier all~To mend the fallen fortunes 1375 II| the careful swain~Looks keenly forward to the coming year,~ 1376 IV| death,~Where at her feet kept ward upon the bank~In the 1377 I| if the vetch and common kidney-bean~Thou’rt fain to sow, nor 1378 II| or lambs,~Or goats that kill the tender plants, then 1379 I| the ninth~To runagates is kinder, cross to thieves.~Many 1380 III| A horse grown old~Slow kindling unto love in vain prolongs~ 1381 II| meet for cattle and for kindly vines;~But if, rebellious, 1382 IV| mother’s hall~And watery kingdom and cave-prisoned pools~ 1383 II| Rome’s great State, nor kingdoms like to die;~Nor hath he 1384 II| public power can bend,~Nor kingly purple, nor fierce feud 1385 III| dewlaps reach~From chin to knee; of boundless length her 1386 III| bequeathed,~And taught the knight in arms to spurn the ground,~ 1387 IV| their pointed beaks and knit their thews,~And round the 1388 IV| To whom, strange terror knocking at her heart,~“Bring, bring 1389 II| membranes thin,~Even on the knot a narrow rift is made,~Wherein 1390 II| grow.~Or, otherwise, in knotless trunks is hewn~A breach, 1391 IV| match, that never yoke had known;~Then, when the ninth dawn 1392 II| its leaves.~Round on the labourer spins the wheel of toil,~ 1393 IV| skies,~Or ease returning labourers of their load,~Or form a 1394 II| sylvan slumbers soft,~They lack not; lawns and wild beasts’ 1395 III| listlessly, or hindmost lag,~Or, browsing, cast her 1396 II| raisin-wine more useful, thin~Lageos, that one day will try the 1397 II| their tree-tops? yet no laggards they,~When girded with the 1398 IV| fame,~Dwell by the Nile’s lagoon-like overflow,~And high o’er 1399 III| younglings leaving in his lair,~Towers sunward, lightening 1400 II| that yield~Such winding lairs to lurk in. That again,~ 1401 IV| wandered, lost Eurydice~Lamenting, and the gifts of Dis ungiven.~ 1402 I| blazing crock~They see the lamp-oil sputtering with a growth~ 1403 IV| bodies’ strength should languish— which anon~By no uncertain 1404 I| Trojan perjuries hath paid,~Laomedon. Long since the courts of 1405 IV| night,~And welcome slumber laps their weary limbs.~But from 1406 III| Large every way she is, large-footed even,~With incurved horns 1407 I| these assigned,~Or fate a larger prescience, but that when~ 1408 I| year by year~Choose out the largest. So, by fate impelled,~Speed 1409 II| those broad lakes?~Thee, Larius, greatest and, Benacus, 1410 II| promise of its shade~To late-born generations; apples wane~ 1411 III| foam-dabbled gore,~And heaves his latest groans. Sad goes the swain,~ 1412 II| Nor do smooth lindens or lathe-polished box~Shrink from man’s shaping 1413 III| been told of Hylas young,~Latonian Delos and Hippodame,~And 1414 II| they may learn to mount,~Laugh at the gales, and through 1415 IV| whom none other through the laughing plains~More furious pours 1416 I| With driving oars, when launch the fair-rigged fleet,~Or 1417 II| the Medes for sweetness lave the lips,~And ease the panting 1418 I| tasks to ply~Is right and lawful: this no ban forbids,~To 1419 II| answer best,~As vines from layers, and from the solid wood~ 1420 IV| and quells.~And now, both leaders from the field recalled,~ 1421 IV| melting tigers’ hearts,~And leading with his lay the oaks along.~ 1422 III| elastic tread:~Dauntless he leads the herd, still first to 1423 II| Dacian from the Danube’s leagued flood,~Nor Rome’s great 1424 IV| White lilies, vervains, and lean poppy set,~In pride of spirit 1425 III| yoke~In heavy wains, nor leap across the way,~Nor scour 1426 IV| A maiden one, one newly learned even then~To bear Lucina’ 1427 III| himself, and butting at a tree~Learns to fling wrath into his 1428 I| tame the steer,~And fix the leashes to the warp; the ninth~To 1429 I| dare charge the sun~With leasing? He it is who warneth oft~ 1430 | least 1431 III| Alternately to curve each bending leg,~And be like one that struggleth; 1432 II| In mighty war, whenas the legion’s length~Deploys its cohorts, 1433 I| have I~Seen all the windy legions clash in war~Together, as 1434 IV| but the youth,~Their tired legs packed with thyme, come 1435 II| libation, and thy name invokes,~Lenaeus, and for the herdsmen on 1436 IV| dusky cloud that spreads~And lengthens on the wind, then mark them 1437 I| to make thy care~Pelusiac lentil, no uncertain sign~Bootes’ 1438 II| trees hangs down,~Which Lesbos from Methymna’s tendril 1439 II| king~Phanaeus too, and, lesser of that name,~Argitis, wherewith 1440 IV| funeral dues,~Poppies of Lethe, and let slay a sheep~Coal-black, 1441 I| oats, by poppies parched~In Lethe-slumber drenched. Nathless by change~ 1442 I| ponderous roller must be levelled smooth,~And wrought by hand, 1443 I| Wields with red hand the levin; through all her bulk~Earth 1444 IV| majesty~Launched forth the levin-bolts of war by deep~Euphrates, 1445 II| crown the bowl,~He pours libation, and thy name invokes,~Lenaeus, 1446 I| gliding year~Along the sky, Liber and Ceres mild,~If by your 1447 IV| neath the burden yield~Their liberal lives: so deep their love 1448 I| secret pores, whereby~Their life-juice to the tender blades may 1449 IV| hyaline dye,~Drymo, Xantho, Ligea, Phyllodoce,~Their glossy 1450 IV| flowers, or sip the streams,~Light-hovering on the surface. Hence it 1451 IV| has gnawed unseen,~And the light-loathing beetles crammed their bed,~ 1452 III| his lair,~Towers sunward, lightening with three-forked tongue.~ 1453 I| of the furious North~It lightens, and when thunder fills 1454 II| apt for richer soils, for lighter those:~Psithian for raisin-wine 1455 IV| shine forth and flash with lightning-gleam,~Their backs all blazoned 1456 I| are my themes.~O universal lights ~Most glorious! ye that 1457 II| schooled~To hardship, the Ligurian, and with these~The Volscian 1458 IV| gold~Symmetric: this the likelier breed; from these,~When 1459 III| At times hath vice in’t: liker bull-faced she,~And tall-limbed 1460 II| be-Since one for corn hath liking, one for wine,~The firmer 1461 IV| planted, and all round~White lilies, vervains, and lean poppy 1462 I| beasts, and cozen them with lime,~And hem with hounds the 1463 IV| bubbling honey from the comb;~Lime-trees were his, and many a branching 1464 IV| blushing red,~Glue-yielding limes, and hyacinths dusky-eyed.~ 1465 IV| things,~Shut off by rigorous limits, I pass by,~And leave for 1466 I| For yoke is early hewn a linden light,~And a tall beech 1467 II| are bent:~Nor do smooth lindens or lathe-polished box~Shrink 1468 I| varying temper of the sky,~The lineal tilth and habits of the 1469 II| nigh, nor breed~Of savage lion, nor aconite betrays~Its 1470 IV| thus~Bespake the trembling listener: “Nay, my son,~From that 1471 IV| lambs’ bleating whets the listening wolves,~Sits midmost on 1472 IV| within closed doors loiter, listless all~From famine, and benumbed 1473 III| or pull~The grass tops listlessly, or hindmost lag,~Or, browsing, 1474 II| doth it boot to tell;~Who lists to know it, he too would 1475 IV| Breathed effluence sweet, and a lithe vigour leapt~Into his limbs. 1476 III| handfuls of the fern be littered deep,~Lest chill of ice 1477 IV| Eumenides,~Their brows with livid locks of serpents twined;~ 1478 II| broad-acred ease,~Grottoes and living lakes, yet Tempes cool,~ 1479 IV| springing blades.~Let the gay lizard too keep far aloof~His scale-clad 1480 II| sheaf,~With crops the furrow loads, and bursts the barns.~Winter 1481 II| radiance. And shall men be loath~To plant, nor lavish of 1482 IV| there hath taken the~Such loathing of my greatness.” But that 1483 IV| subterranean home,~And deeply lodged in hollow rocks are found,~ 1484 III| no vain noise affrighted; lofty-necked,~With clean-cut head, short 1485 I| to cleave the splintering log;-~Then divers arts arose; 1486 III| shoulder; betwixt either loin~The spine runs double; his 1487 IV| Or within closed doors loiter, listless all~From famine, 1488 IV| my lips been dumb,~That loiterer of the flowers, nor supple-stemmed~ 1489 III| altar, there~Betwixt the loitering carles a-dying fell:~Or, 1490 II| Spring~Comes the white bird long-bodied snakes abhor,~Or on the 1491 IV| is a deep note heard, a long-drawn hum,~As when the chill South 1492 I| for the stag,~And hunt the long-eared hares, then pierce the doe~ 1493 II| gravel, these delight~In long-lived olive-groves to Pallas dear.~ 1494 III| to drive away.~Oft under long-neglected cribs, or lurks~A viper 1495 I| setting; these, I trow,~Their looked-for harvest fools with empty 1496 II| even then the careful swain~Looks keenly forward to the coming 1497 I| flying straws.~Oft too comes looming vast along the sky ~A march 1498 I| bringing, even in act~To lop the brittle barley stems, 1499 II| prunes~The vine forlorn, and lops it into shape.~Be first 1500 III| what pain was theirs~To lose the race, what pride the 1501 III| choice of young~Preventing losses, lest too late thou rue.~