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2002 I| with its quivering pod,~Pulse, or the slender vetch-crop, 2003 I| Steep, as they sow, their pulse-seeds, drenching them~With nitre 2004 II| Bacchus, and to thee~Hang puppet-faces on tall pines to swing.~ 2005 I| burrow for their bed the purblind moles,~Or toad is found 2006 III| flesh~With water may they purge, or tame with fire,~Nor 2007 II| His chaste house keeps its purity; his kine~Drop milky udders, 2008 II| feet~And tie the tongue: purples and early-ripes,~And how, 2009 III| sire.~The herd itself of purpose they reduce~To leanness, 2010 IV| her haste to shun thy hot pursuit~Along the stream, saw not 2011 III| foul disease, nor touch the putrid webs;~But, had one dared 2012 III| From troughs of holm-oak quaff the running wave:~But at 2013 III| flies, or Getic desert, and quaffs milk~With horse-blood curdled.~ 2014 III| ears stiffen and limbs quake;~His nostrils snort and 2015 I| bulk~Earth at the hurly quakes; the beasts are fled,~And 2016 II| estrange.~Nay, even the quarter of the sky they brand~Upon 2017 IV| sprinkled dust controls and quells.~And now, both leaders from 2018 I| when Caesar’s light was quenched,~For Rome had pity, when 2019 I| the barriers poured~Still quicken o’er the course, and, idly 2020 III| for the taint is fed~And quickened by confinement; while the 2021 II| omnipotent, leaps down~With quickening showers to his glad wife’ 2022 III| the Gangarides,~And our Quirinus’ conquering arms, and there~ 2023 I| when rising pale~Aurora quits Tithonus’ saffron bed,~But 2024 IV| wherries; where, hard by,~The quivered Persian presses, and that 2025 I| And when the parched field quivers, and all the blades~Are 2026 III| forest-tops;~Long waves come racing shoreward: fast he flies,~ 2027 III| dog comes madness, hence~Racks the sick swine a gasping 2028 II| are fed~And shoot forth radiance. And shall men be loath~ 2029 II| Fat olives, orchades, and radii~And bitter-berried pausians, 2030 II| Stout osier-baskets from the rafter-smoke,~And strainers of the winepress 2031 I| s heat?~When Spring the rain-bringer comes rushing down,~Or when 2032 I| those that spring from it,~Rainless and windless be, while safe 2033 IV| through heaven, nor pelting so~Rains from the shaken oak its 2034 IV| fierce fire, or juice of raisin-grapes~From Psithian vine, and 2035 II| lighter those:~Psithian for raisin-wine more useful, thin~Lageos, 2036 I| fire away,~And curbed the random rivers running wine,~That 2037 IV| home~Belated, for afar they range to feed~On arbutes and the 2038 II| war-god wavers; so let all be ranged~In equal rows symmetric, 2039 IV| the stealth~Of Mars’ sweet rapine, and from Chaos old~Counted 2040 IV| Hence it is~With some sweet rapture, that we know not of,~Their 2041 I| south-wind, thickens what was rare,~And what was gross releases, 2042 IV| there was he~Plucking the rathe faint hyacinth, while he 2043 I| hail~In spiky showers spins rattling on the roof.~And this yet 2044 IV| fealty; they themselves~Ravage their toil-wrought honey, 2045 I| Precipitates: then doubly raves the South~With shower on 2046 IV| Yet madly raging for his ravished bride.~She in her haste 2047 III| slight:~But I am caught by ravishing desire~Above the lone Parnassian 2048 III| shall strive, or with the raw-hide glove;~Whilst I, my head 2049 I| through dark clouds his rays~Burst and are scattered, 2050 III| neck, whose hanging dewlaps reach~From chin to knee; of boundless 2051 III| ply~The circling lash, and reaching forward let~The reins hang 2052 I| world. By night ’tis best~To reap light stubble, and parched 2053 I| to his yellow fields~The reaping-hind came bringing, even in act~ 2054 III| before her, day by day~Still rearing higher that all-devouring 2055 II| for kindly vines;~But if, rebellious, to its proper bounds~The 2056 IV| word spoken buffets and rebounds.~What more? When now the 2057 IV| again~The unpitying fates recall me, and dark sleep~Closes 2058 IV| both leaders from the field recalled,~Who hath the worser seeming, 2059 I| night.~When first the moon recalls her rallying fires,~If dark 2060 IV| first is chosen~A strait recess, cramped closer to this 2061 IV| Who bade thee, then,~So reckless in youth’s hardihood, affront~ 2062 II| and her bane.~How each to recognize now hear me tell.~Dost ask 2063 I| of the men of old ~I can recount thee, so thou start not 2064 II| when lopped away,~Can they recover, and from the earth beneath~ 2065 IV| neither yew-tree grow,~Nor reddening crabs be roasted, and mistrust~ 2066 IV| end. For save by force~No rede will he vouchsafe, nor shalt 2067 III| fleeces dipped in Tyrian reds~Repay the barterer; these 2068 III| herd itself of purpose they reduce~To leanness, and when love’ 2069 III| margent with the tender reed.~Amid my shrine shall Caesar’ 2070 IV| And, honey-streams through reeden troughs instilled,~Challenge 2071 II| the curved dish~We lay the reeking entrails. If to rear~Cattle 2072 IV| such vain play~Must you refrain their volatile desires,~ 2073 IV| homeward make they, then refresh their strength:~A hum arises: 2074 IV| the cells they bear~Forms reft of light, and lead the mournful 2075 II| first to clear~And burn the refuse-branches, first to house~Again your 2076 III| Neptune’s birth.~These points regarded, as the time draws nigh, ~ 2077 II| traces.~All these rules ~Regarding, let your land, ay, long 2078 I| golden Ceres not in vain regards;~And he, who having ploughed 2079 I| and play.~But when from regions of the furious North~It 2080 III| roar.~Yet must I gird me to rehearse ere long~The fiery fights 2081 II| sevenfold hills.~Ay, ere the reign of Dicte’s king, ere men,~ 2082 II| toward heaven, with loosened rein~Launched on the void, assail 2083 III| such a horse was Cyllarus, reined and tamed~By Pollux of Amyclae; 2084 III| through the open, like a reinless thing,~Scarce print his 2085 III| proved their bane,~And, reinvigorate but with frenzy’s fire,~ 2086 III| his moist palate black, reject him, lest~He sully with 2087 I| dust the crops~Exceedingly rejoice, the field hath joy;~No 2088 III| and final sweep of tail~Relaxing, the last fold drags lingering 2089 I| rare,~And what was gross releases, then, too, change~Their 2090 II| frost and heat, and heaven’s relenting arms~Yield earth a welcome.~ 2091 II| Look for stiff ridges and reluctant clods,~And with strong bullocks 2092 I| arose; toil conquered all,~Remorseless toil, and poverty’s shrewd 2093 II| near neighbour, earth’s remotest nook,~Where not an arrow-shot 2094 III| delight thee, first, be far removed ~All prickly boskage, burrs 2095 II| ancient Sabines led,~Such Remus and his brother: Etruria 2096 III| time~The Potnian four with rending jaws devoured~The limbs 2097 III| the pair~In Grecian song renowned, those steeds of Mars,~And 2098 III| afterward,~With strength repaired and gathered might breaks 2099 III| fleeces dipped in Tyrian reds~Repay the barterer; these with 2100 I| Thrice, four times, o’er repeated, and full oft~On their high 2101 III| skin is dry,~And rigidly repels the handler’s touch.~These 2102 III| baneful boon,~Nor twice replenished banquets: but on leaves~ 2103 I| fields.~Thus by rotation like repose is gained,~Nor earth meanwhile 2104 IV| press and pack~The thrice repured honey, and stretch their 2105 III| after four begins;~Their residue of days nor apt to teem,~ 2106 III| their lives’ sweet breath resign;~Hence on the fawning dog 2107 IV| alas! and vanquished of resolve,~He stopped, turned, looked 2108 IV| Congeals the honey, and heat resolves and thaws,~To bees alike 2109 II| pruner’s hand~Shrink to restore the topmost shoot to earth~ 2110 IV| its welfare’s hope secure~Rests on this art alone. And first 2111 II| check~The lingering night retards. But if to these~High realms 2112 III| amid the plain,~At night retire belated and alone;~With 2113 I| Signs of heaven,~Whither retires him Saturn’s icy star,~And 2114 I| mother’s voice entreating to return-Vouchsafe a prosperous voyage, and 2115 IV| length, to his own shape returned,~With human lips he spake, “ 2116 II| and ivies dark~At times reveal its traces.~All these rules ~ 2117 II| bathed in brothers’ blood~Men revel, and, all delights of hearth 2118 IV| Bacchanalian rites~And midnight revellings, tore him limb from limb,~ 2119 III| groves~With peal on peal reverberate the roar.~Yet must I gird 2120 II| need-inured,~Worship, and reverend sires: with them from earth~ 2121 II| cleft, the sod~With hoes reversed be crushed continually,~ 2122 III| Warmth doth their frames revisit, then they stand~All facing 2123 II| early-ripes,~And how, O Rhaetian, shall I hymn thy praise?~ 2124 IV| The land that bowed to Rhesus, Thrace no less~With Hebrus’ 2125 II| must I pass over, vine of Rhodes,~Welcomed by gods and at 2126 II| Centaurs quelled with death,~Rhoetus and Pholus, and with mighty 2127 II| derived,~Make merry with rough rhymes and boisterous mirth,~Grim 2128 III| not to run the ring~With rhythmic hoof-beat echoing, and now 2129 II| Mareotids white,~These apt for richer soils, for lighter those:~ 2130 I| Shed on man’s sowing the riches of your rain:~And thou, 2131 I| surest counsel, clear she ride thro’ heaven~With horns 2132 III| the shadows pale,~Or as he rides the steep of heaven, or 2133 II| the coast that skirts~Thy ridge, Vesuvius, and the Clanian 2134 IV| glades and forests o’er,~Rifle the painted flowers, or 2135 IV| their granaries from the rifled flowers.~Now, seeing that 2136 II| Even on the knot a narrow rift is made,~Wherein from some 2137 III| beast; the skin is dry,~And rigidly repels the handler’s touch.~ 2138 I| throngs~Among the leaves they riot; so sweet it is,~When showers 2139 I| will yield~Vine-leaf to ripening grapes; so thick a hail~ 2140 III| them when the sun is newly risen,~Or the first stars are 2141 I| shower annoy:~Or, as it rises, the high-soaring cranes~ 2142 III| seek;~How oft so-e’er yon rival may have chased~The flying 2143 III| each on each the furious rivals run;~Wound follows wound; 2144 I| her furnace-walls asunder riven,~In billowy floods boil 2145 II| cut,~And reeds upon the river-banks, and still~The undressed 2146 IV| and let speed~To the deep river-bed. And now, with eyes~Of wonder 2147 I| fill fast,~And the void river-beds swell thunderously,~And 2148 IV| from her chamber in the river-deeps,~His mother heard: around 2149 IV| stood~Fast by the haunted river-head, and thus~With many a plaint 2150 II| and possess~The plains and river-windings far and wide,~As pliant 2151 I| two Bears and round them river-wise-The Bears that fear ‘neath Ocean’ 2152 I| great Sire himself~No easy road to husbandry assigned,~And 2153 III| tigress: then, alack!~Ill roaming is it on Libya’s lonely 2154 IV| flood,~And Hypanis that roars amid his rocks,~And Mysian 2155 II| rich on hazel-spits we’ll roast.~This further task again, 2156 IV| Nor reddening crabs be roasted, and mistrust~Deep marish-ground 2157 III| That heart’s emotion, nor rock-channelled flood,~More pure than amber 2158 III| And far outstretched the rock-flung shadow lies.~Round wooded 2159 III| huge gate thunders; the rock-shattered main~Utters a warning cry; 2160 III| Four horses to his car, and rode above~The whirling wheels 2161 II| sister-nymphs!~Him nor the rods of public power can bend,~ 2162 I| threshing-floor~With ponderous roller must be levelled smooth,~ 2163 II| ships, how many waves~Come rolling shoreward from the Ionian 2164 II| stream, the triumph-pomp~Of Romans to the temples of the gods.~ 2165 I| heroes of the soil,~And Romulus, and Mother Vesta, thou~ 2166 II| conflagration. When ’tis so,~Their root-force fails them, nor, when lopped 2167 I| bearing a young cypress root-uptorn,~Silvanus, and Gods all 2168 I| upon the deep,~Nor rend the rope from shore. But if, when 2169 IV| savour bruised from gall,~And rose-leaves dried, or must to thickness 2170 II| With lowly cassias and with rosemary;~Rough tufa and chalk too, 2171 IV| smile; of Paestum too,~Whose roses bloom and fade and bloom 2172 II| buried gold;~One at the rostra stares in blank amaze;~One 2173 I| exhausted fields.~Thus by rotation like repose is gained,~Nor 2174 II| bees house their swarms~In rotten holm-oak’s hollow bark and 2175 III| mustering from the main~Its rounded breast, and, onward rolled 2176 IV| Twists through the grass and rounds him to paunch;~Nor of Narcissus 2177 I| was he by human skill to rouse~The slumbering glebe, whetting 2178 II| Echoes the thunder of his rout, and through~Avernian inlets 2179 I| whose threatening front,~Routed the dog-star sinks. But 2180 III| toward the byre,~His ancient royalties behind him lie.~So with 2181 I| common kidney-bean~Thou’rt fain to sow, nor scorn to 2182 III| forefoot tears the ground,~Rubs ‘gainst a tree his flanks, 2183 I| wind turns Phoebe still to ruddier gold.~But if at her fourth 2184 II| sought the skies;~But the rude plain beneath the ploughshare’ 2185 II| And with a harsh twang ruefully distort~The mouths of them 2186 IV| of hell.~‘Orpheus! what ruin hath thy frenzy wrought~ 2187 IV| following-So Proserpine had ruled it— when his heart~A sudden 2188 III| trumpet, and long roar of rumbling wheels,~And clink of chiming 2189 I| to the warp; the ninth~To runagates is kinder, cross to thieves.~ 2190 II| too is he who knows the rural gods,~Pan, old Silvanus, 2191 I| light on javelins by foul rust~Corroded, or with ponderous 2192 II| metal with salt scurf of rust-That shall thine elms with merry 2193 III| dread the Furies, and thy ruthless flood,~Cocytus, and Ixion’ 2194 IV| thunderbolts,~Some from the bull’s-hide bellows in and out~Let the 2195 II| life of yore the ancient Sabines led,~Such Remus and his 2196 IV| but ‘neath the city walls~Safe-circling fetch them water, or essay~ 2197 IV| the waves,~That thou mayst safelier steal upon his sleep.~But 2198 II| blades~Face the new suns, and safely trust them now;~The vine-shoot, 2199 IV| beakers of Maconian wine,” she said,~“Pour we to Ocean.” Ocean, 2200 II| wide ocean launched~Spread sail like wings to waft thee. 2201 I| hollowed alder-hulls: the sailor then~Their names and numbers 2202 III| give back~A subtle taste of saltness in the milk.~Many there 2203 II| would list to learn~How many sand-grains are by Zephyr tossed~On 2204 III| and disgorge~The murky sand-lees from their sunken bed.~Nay, 2205 III| Ister whirls his yellow sands,~And Rhodope stretched out 2206 IV| closed eyelids first he sank to sleep.”~So saying, an 2207 II| thrusts its root out from the sapless wood,~And oft the branches 2208 III| all their bones piecemeal~Sapped by corruption to itself 2209 III| disease or sluggish eld ~Now saps his strength, pen fast at 2210 IV| wanton ditty, and sang in saucy youth~Thee, Tityrus, ‘neath 2211 IV| far-scented thymes,~And savory with its heavy-laden breath~ 2212 IV| boot~To mix therewith the savour bruised from gall,~And rose-leaves 2213 IV| hither must you bring~The savoury sweets I bid, and sprinkle 2214 I| unbending might,~And shrieking saw-blade,— for the men of old~With 2215 IV| shape return to that thou sawest,~When with closed eyelids 2216 IV| whirling flood, if he thou sayest,~Apollo, lord of Thymbra, 2217 IV| lizard too keep far aloof~His scale-clad body from their honied stalls,~ 2218 II| barren woods~That crown the scalp of Caucasus, even these,~ 2219 III| his breast, and wreathes a scaly back,~His length of belly 2220 I| luxuriance, here,~Lest the scant moisture fail the barren 2221 IV| loathly, as when the wayfarer~Scapes from a whirl of dust, and 2222 IV| sister, not for naught~Scared by a groan so deep, behold! ’ 2223 II| hard tooth, whose gnawing scars the stem.~For no offence 2224 II| upon the parched crags,~So scathe it, as the flocks with venom-bite~ 2225 IV| he had passed~All perils scathless, and, at length restored,~ 2226 IV| But ‘neath his ribs they scatter broken boughs,~With thyme 2227 III| The north wind stoops, and scatters from his path~Dry clouds 2228 II| showered it not a different scent abroad,~A bay it had been; 2229 II| and Sabellian youth, and, schooled~To hardship, the Ligurian, 2230 II| Camilli, names of might,~The Scipios, stubborn warriors, ay, 2231 IV| There is a cavern vast~Scooped in the mountain-side, where 2232 I| blunted share’s hard tooth, scoops from a tree~His troughs, 2233 II| your land, ay, long before,~Scorch to the quick, and into trenches 2234 IV| from a whirl of dust, and scorched with heat~Spits forth the 2235 IV| to their mud-beds by the scorching ray,~When Proteus seeking 2236 IV| the gifts of Dis ungiven.~Scorned by which tribute the Ciconian 2237 I| space is opening; see! red Scorpio’s self~His arms draws in, 2238 III| leap across the way,~Nor scour the meads, nor swim the 2239 I| Soon one with hand-net scourges the broad stream,~Probing 2240 III| thick and fast the whirlwind scours the main~With tempest in 2241 I| blue ice,~And black with scowling storm-clouds, and betwixt~ 2242 II| For thee, Lyaeus?— with scrutinizing eye~First choose thy ground, 2243 III| height and lowly vale they scud,~Not toward thy rising, 2244 II| not the metal with salt scurf of rust-That shall thine 2245 I| Nisus seen~Towering, and Scylla for the purple lock~Pays 2246 I| curved keels,~When swift the sea-gulls from the middle main~Come 2247 III| ointment, and therewith~Sea-leek, strong hellebores, bitumen 2248 III| camp-use, or as rugs to wrap~Seafaring wretches. But they browse 2249 III| Like shipwrecked bodies: seals, unwonted there,~Flee to 2250 I| thou come,~Sole dread of seamen, till far Thule bow~Before 2251 I| Of the keen north should sear them. Well, I wot,~He serves 2252 II| vigilance no care escapes,~Search for a kindred site, where 2253 I| sun’s ravening might, or searching blast~Of the keen north 2254 II| earthquake, by what power the seas~Swell from their depths, 2255 IV| domain its welfare’s hope secure~Rests on this art alone. 2256 I| convulsed in wrath thou’lt see-Storm-clouds and wind together. Me that 2257 I| hence both harvest-day~And seed-time, when to smite the treacherous 2258 III| blazed the pile,~Nor seer to seeker thence could answer yield;~ 2259 IV| scorching ray,~When Proteus seeking his accustomed cave~Strode 2260 | Seem 2261 | seemed 2262 | seeming 2263 IV| man once I mind me to have seen-From Corycus he came— to whom 2264 II| bed; unshaken it abides,~Sees many a generation, many 2265 IV| The roots of this, well seethed in fragrant wine,~Set in 2266 IV| mad desire surprised and seized-Meet fault to be forgiven, might 2267 III| rue.~Nor steeds crave less selection; but on those ~Thou think’ 2268 II| To heaven climb swiftly, self-impelled, nor crave~Our succour. 2269 II| Heavy land or light~The mute self-witness of its weight betrays.~A 2270 II| Large the tree’s self in semblance like a bay,~And, showered 2271 II| answering cheers of plebs and senate rolled~Along the benches: 2272 IV| led in the day,~To Orpheus sent his funeral dues, and sought~ 2273 IV| Stupendous whirl of waters, separate saw~All streams beneath 2274 II| with downy wool,~Or how the Seres comb from off the leaves~ 2275 II| so vast~Doth the scaled serpent trail his endless coils~ 2276 II| soils beside~So rife with serpent-dainties, or that yield~Such winding 2277 III| arbute-leaves be stored,~And served with fresh spring-water, 2278 IV| plum~And plane now yielding serviceable shade~For dry lips to drink 2279 I| begun~Ere Maia’s star be setting; these, I trow,~Their looked-for 2280 I| stars-Their rising and their setting-and the year,~Four varying seasons 2281 IV| anointed spots~Themselves will settle, and in wonted wise~Seek 2282 III| wine-cup mock.~So ‘neath the seven-starred Hyperborean wain~The folk 2283 I| the Sire asunder smote.~Seventh after tenth is lucky both 2284 III| check them then, nor lash severe,~Nor rocks and caverned 2285 II| likewise will the barren shaft~That from the stock-root 2286 I| Up stream scarce pulls a shallop, if he chance~His arms to 2287 II| depth inquire, ~Even to a shallow trench I dare commit~The 2288 I| just ere Arcturus rise~With shallower trench uptilt it— ’twill 2289 III| exile, moaning much the shame,~The blows of that proud 2290 III| plough,~Be his prime care a shapely dam to choose.~Of kine grim-faced 2291 I| earth-boards twain,~And share-beam with its double back they 2292 II| Truncheons cleft four-wise, or sharp-pointed stakes;~Some forest-trees 2293 IV| muster, then flash wings,~Sharpen their pointed beaks and 2294 I| once more~Cross-wise his shattering share, with stroke on stroke~ 2295 II| Hence, too, the farmers shave their wheel-spokes, hence~ 2296 III| themselves~Right heedfully the she-goats homeward troop~Before their 2297 II| kine, or Ceres’ wheaten sheaf,~With crops the furrow loads, 2298 III| or tame with fire,~Nor shear the fleeces even, gnawed 2299 III| Unpurged cleaves to them after shearing done,~And rough thorns rend 2300 II| far and near with rippling sheen of arms~The wide earth flickers, 2301 I| run~Into the billows, for sheer idle joy~Of their mad bathing-revel. 2302 IV| love-pain with the hollow shell,~Thee his sweet wife on 2303 II| and dig in withal~Rough shells or porous stone, for therebetween~ 2304 I| forest and Lycean lawns,~Pan, shepherd-god, forsaking, as the love~ 2305 IV| Inglorious, who erst trilled for shepherd-wights~The wanton ditty, and sang 2306 III| how the scene~Sunders with shifted face, and Britain’s sons~ 2307 I| that when~The storm and shifting moisture of the air~Have 2308 IV| vanish. But the more he shifts~His endless transformations, 2309 IV| leaves,~Where glory of purple shines through violet gloom.~With 2310 I| the Kids’ seasons and the shining Snake,~No less than those 2311 III| the wave washes up,~Like shipwrecked bodies: seals, unwonted 2312 III| And rippling plains ‘gin shiver with light gusts;~A sound 2313 III| lonely plains.~Mark you what shivering thrills the horse’s frame,~ 2314 II| translate them, lest the sudden shock~From their new mother the 2315 IV| roof-top shot the flame and shone:~Armed with which omen she 2316 III| lofty-necked,~With clean-cut head, short belly, and stout back;~His 2317 I| when now the day~Grows shorter, and more soft the summer’ 2318 II| stretch them into open space.~Shouldst haply of the furrow’s depth 2319 I| rake~The weeds pursue, with shouting scare the birds,~Prune with 2320 II| semblance like a bay,~And, showered it not a different scent 2321 IV| fight,~And seek through showering wounds a glorious death.~ 2322 IV| shake of~The fetters, or in showery drops anon~Dissolve and 2323 II| which the burrowing share shows dark and rich,~With crumbling 2324 I| Remorseless toil, and poverty’s shrewd push~In times of hardship. 2325 I| iron’s unbending might,~And shrieking saw-blade,— for the men 2326 I| Come winging, and their shrieks are shoreward borne,~When 2327 I| nostrils, or about the meres~Shrill-twittering flits the swallow, and the 2328 I| weeps~For sorrow in the shrines, and bronzes sweat.~Up-twirling 2329 I| muffled in a cloud,~And shrinks mid-circle, then of showers 2330 IV| famine, and benumbed with shrivelling cold.~Then is a deep note 2331 II| race~Of forest-trees and shrubs and sacred groves~Springs 2332 II| olive-mills they bruise~The Sicyonian berry; acorn-cheered~The 2333 IV| South through the forests sighs,~As when the troubled ocean 2334 I| fall,~What oft-repeated sights the herdsman seeing~Should 2335 III| conquest horn to horn.~In Sila’s forest feeds the heifer 2336 III| shadow lies.~Round wooded Silarus and the ilex-bowers~Of green 2337 II| from off the leaves~Their silky fleece? Of groves which 2338 II| veins displays~Rivers of silver, mines of copper ore,~Ay, 2339 III| acrid oil-lees, and mix silver-scum~And native sulphur and Idaean 2340 III| fodder charged with bane.~Nor simple was the way of death, but 2341 II| step-dames drug the cup~With simples mixed and spells of baneful 2342 IV| giant strength uplift their sinewy arms,~Or twist the iron 2343 II| and the last dresser now~Sings of his finished rows; but 2344 II| and, every barrier burst,~Sink back upon themselves, why 2345 I| the huge Snake forth with sinuous coils~‘Twixt the two Bears 2346 II| need-inured,~Worship, and reverend sires: with them from earth~Departing 2347 IV| far~Exclaimed, “Cyrene, sister, not for naught~Scared by 2348 I| never fails.~And one will sit the long late watches out~ 2349 II| escapes,~Search for a kindred site, where first to rear~A nursery 2350 IV| mortal life,~Which all my skilful care by field and fold,~ 2351 IV| they have called their own~Skim in their painted wherries; 2352 I| sweet must-juice down,~And skims with leaves the quivering 2353 III| Upon the dying beast; the skin is dry,~And rigidly repels 2354 II| smooth sward over oiled skins~Dance in their tipsy frolic. 2355 II| of iron; be thou at hand,~Skirt but the nearer coast-line; 2356 II| Capua, such the coast that skirts~Thy ridge, Vesuvius, and 2357 I| changed their courses, and the sky-god now,~Wet with the south-wind, 2358 IV| unceasingly, men say,~Beneath a skyey crag, by thy lone wave,~ 2359 I| if he chance~His arms to slacken, lo! with headlong force~ 2360 IV| found adore Eurydice~With a slain calf for victim.”~No delay: ~ 2361 III| air, and dewy moonbeams slake~The forest glades, with 2362 I| And with its bubblings slakes the thirsty fields?~Or why 2363 IV| From the four winds four slanting window-slits.~Then seek 2364 III| fell:~Or, if betimes the slaughtering priest had struck,~Nor with 2365 III| heights.~At last in crowds she slaughters them, she chokes~The very 2366 IV| Poppies of Lethe, and let slay a sheep~Coal-black, then 2367 II| bowls of gold, what time~The sleek Etruscan at the altar blows~ 2368 I| hempen-thonged Balearic sling,~While snow lies deep, and 2369 III| stretched along the grass, when, slipped his slough,~To glittering 2370 II| for itself acquired.~One, sliving suckers from the tender 2371 II| sunset let thy vineyards slope, ~Nor midst the vines plant 2372 III| whence no earlier track~Slopes gently downward to Castalia’ 2373 III| grass, when, slipped his slough,~To glittering youth transformed 2374 II| yields~The bitter juices and slow-lingering taste~Of the blest citron-fruit, 2375 I| share~And heavy timber, and slow-lumbering wains~Of the Eleusinian 2376 II| plantations and the fruit~Of slow-maturing olive. Hither haste,~O Father 2377 IV| haste they forge~From the slow-yielding ore the thunderbolts,~Some 2378 II| ariseth, upward wins~But slowly, yielding promise of its 2379 I| human skill to rouse~The slumbering glebe, whetting the minds 2380 IV| work!~How sweet the honey smells of perfumed thyme~Like the 2381 I| a great rain floods the smiling crops,~The oxen’s labour: 2382 IV| birds beside,~And Procne smirched with blood upon the breast~ 2383 I| harvest-day~And seed-time, when to smite the treacherous main~With 2384 III| mangling tore.~See! as he smokes beneath the stubborn share,~ 2385 IV| tongue;~Shepherds in vales smooth-shorn of nibbling flocks~By Mella’ 2386 III| wastes~His strength with smouldering fire, till he forget~Both 2387 I| The laws that bound them snapped; and godless war~Rages through 2388 IV| the million: is he dead,~Snapt is the bond of fealty; they 2389 III| tale, Pan, God of Arcady,~Snared and beguiled thee, Luna, 2390 I| bleeding myrtles, then to set~Snares for the crane, and meshes 2391 III| beneath the open heaven~To snatch soft slumber, nor on forest-ridge~ 2392 III| limbs quake;~His nostrils snort and roll out wreaths of 2393 II| never bulls~With nostrils snorting fire upturned the sod~Sown 2394 I| on high~With scattering snout the straw-wisps. But the 2395 IV| constrained his soul:~By snow-bound Tanais and the icy north,~ 2396 III| upon the tree:~But with snow-ridges and deep frost afar~Heaped 2397 I| with a growth~Of mouldy snuff-clots.~So too, after rain, ~ 2398 I| Upturned to heaven, the heifer snuffs the gale~Through gaping 2399 III| foot, they seek;~How oft so-e’er yon rival may have chased~ 2400 I| not~With refuse rich to soak the thirsty soil,~And shower 2401 I| s gathered ooze through soaking sand,~Chiefly what time 2402 IV| starry rank,~Alive they soar, and mount the heights of 2403 I| Where Nisus heavenward soareth, there her wings~Clutch 2404 II| Which howso far its summit soars toward heaven,~So deep strikes 2405 III| groan-laboured: with long sobbing heave~Their lowest flanks; 2406 III| For the ram,~How white soe’er himself, be but the tongue~‘ 2407 IV| Meanwhile the juice within his softened bones~Heats and ferments, 2408 III| they banish bulls afar~To solitary pastures, or behind~Some 2409 II| within her; then resound~With songs of birds the greenwood-wildernesses,~ 2410 IV| Or where the hollow rocks sonorous ring,~And the word spoken 2411 I| gates of heaven; thrice, sooth to say, they strove~Ossa 2412 II| clusters, for the birds a prey.~Soothly on all must toil be spent, 2413 III| the worst-hued white~And sorrel. Then lo! if arms are clashed 2414 II| one for wine,~The firmer sort for Ceres, none too loose~ 2415 IV| trace me back~To its prime source the story’s tangled thread,~ 2416 I| sky-god now,~Wet with the south-wind, thickens what was rare,~ 2417 III| showers of Spring and rainy south-winds earth~Is moistened, lo! 2418 II| it stood, here bore the southern heats,~Here turned its shoulder 2419 I| Nor may so dire a lust of sovereignty~E’er light upon thee, howso 2420 IV| though each a life of narrow span,~Ne’er stretched to summers 2421 III| and ravening wolves,~Or Spanish desperadoes in the rear.~ 2422 II| world~Was keeping: Eurus spared his wintry blasts,~When 2423 III| once more give them water sparingly,~And feed once more, till 2424 II| oft from careless swains~A spark hath fallen, that, ‘neath 2425 I| moons a stream~Goes out in spate, and with its coat of slime~ 2426 II| elm-tree leaves,~Myrtle stout spear-shafts, war-tried cornel too;~Yews 2427 III| flood,~More pure than amber speeding to the plain:~But see! his 2428 IV| teeth~Unlocks his lips to spell the fates of heaven:~“Doubt 2429 I| wheaten harvest and the hardy spelt,~Thou tax the soil, to corn-ears 2430 II| Oh for you~Plains, and Spercheius, and Taygete,~By Spartan 2431 IV| Cecrops’ heights,~Each in his sphere to labour. The old have 2432 IV| the moth’s fell tribe;~Or spider, victim of Minerva’s spite,~ 2433 I| grapes; so thick a hail~In spiky showers spins rattling on 2434 IV| their woolly tasks~With spindles down they drew, yet once 2435 III| betwixt either loin~The spine runs double; his earth-dinting 2436 I| and thistle reared his spines~An idler in the fields; 2437 IV| spider, victim of Minerva’s spite,~Athwart the doorway hangs 2438 IV| and scorched with heat~Spits forth the dry grit from 2439 II| which the husbandman in spleen~Has cleared the timber, 2440 I| wedges wont to cleave the splintering log;-~Then divers arts arose; 2441 I| arise, or dust a passage win~Splitting the surface, then a thousand 2442 IV| sonorous ring,~And the word spoken buffets and rebounds.~What 2443 II| some of their own force spontaneous spring,~No hand of man compelling, 2444 II| Into the realms of light spontaneously,~Fruitless indeed, but blithe 2445 I| tilth and habits of the spot,~What every region yields, 2446 III| of belly pied with mighty spots-While from their founts gush any 2447 III| untimely pyre.~What of the spotted ounce to Bacchus dear,~Or 2448 IV| Thee, Tityrus, ‘neath the spreading beech tree’s shade.~ ~ 2449 III| belly, and stout back;~His sprightly breast exuberant with brawn.~ 2450 I| fence corn-fields in,~Make springes for the birds, burn up the 2451 II| Greeks of old. With some sprouts forth~A forest of dense 2452 IV| mother heard: around her spun the nymphs~Milesian wool 2453 IV| see,~With foot of scorn spurning the ocean-streams,~Once 2454 III| white~Conspicuous, or that spurns the yoke, whose horn~At 2455 II| and the fir~Destined to spy the dangers of the deep.~ 2456 IV| which some relentless swain,~Spying, from the nest has torn 2457 III| sweet young.~But if fierce squadrons and the ranks of war ~Delight 2458 IV| other, from neglect and squalor foul,~Drags slow a cumbrous 2459 I| crane, and meshes for the stag,~And hunt the long-eared 2460 II| and old plays~Upon the stage find entrance; therefore 2461 I| of his~In drowsy sloth to stagnate. Before Jove~Fields knew 2462 II| And stripped of buskin stain thy bared limbs~In the new 2463 II| mould~All back again, and stamp the surface smooth.~If it 2464 I| troughs, or on the cattle stamps a brand,~Or numbers on the 2465 IV| Mount heaven, or pluck the standards from the camp.~Let gardens 2466 III| about his brow-Some victim, standing by the altar, there~Betwixt 2467 I| he brings,~And those at star-rise. When his springing orb~ 2468 IV| meadow-flower by country folk~Hight star-wort; ’tis a plant not far to 2469 II| gold;~One at the rostra stares in blank amaze;~One gaping 2470 III| to the quick,~And winter stark with hoar-frost, or when 2471 IV| place: but, each into his starry rank,~Alive they soar, and 2472 I| not idly do we watch the stars-Their rising and their setting-and 2473 I| can recount thee, so thou start not back,~And such slight 2474 II| the ploughshare’s stroke~Starts into sudden brightness. 2475 II| brightness. For indeed~The starved hill-country gravel scarce 2476 II| flood,~Nor Rome’s great State, nor kingdoms like to die;~ 2477 III| to the sky:~No stop, no stay; the dun sand whirls aloft;~ 2478 IV| spirit in each pigmy frame,~Steadfast no inch to yield till these 2479 IV| That thou mayst safelier steal upon his sleep.~But when 2480 IV| s idle vigilance and the stealth~Of Mars’ sweet rapine, and 2481 III| loud din Cithaeron calls,~Steed-taming Epidaurus, and thy hounds,~ 2482 IV| all his frame therewith~Steeps throughly; forth from his 2483 III| high-bred colt afield,~His lofty step, his limbs’ elastic tread:~ 2484 II| Comes timelier, when fierce step-dames drug the cup~With simples 2485 III| hippomanes,~Hippomanes, fell stepdames oft have culled,~And mixed 2486 IV| Tanais and the icy north,~Far steppes to frost Rhipaean forever 2487 II| Hence arose~The war-horse stepping proudly o’er the plain;~ 2488 III| calves encourage and take steps to tame,~While pliant wills 2489 I| happy sailors crown the sterns with flowers.~Nathless then 2490 IV| layer, Narcissus’ tear,~And sticky gum oozed from the bark 2491 II| the vine,~Twice weeds with stifling briers o’ergrow the crop;~ 2492 IV| to the veins~And let the sting lie buried, and leave their 2493 III| their power ~As love’s blind stings of passion to forefend,~ 2494 I| earth is lightened, but stint not~With refuse rich to 2495 II| Must vexed be, the dust be stirred, and heaven~Still set thee 2496 I| here Germany new strife~Is stirring; neighbouring cities are 2497 IV| For the hive’s self, or stitched of hollow bark,~Or from 2498 II| barren shaft~That from the stock-root issueth, if it be~Set out 2499 II| ingrafted apple yield,~And stony cornels on the plum-tree 2500 III| glowing wheel;~And now they stoop, and now erect in air~Seem 2501 III| Hyperborean climes~The north wind stoops, and scatters from his path~