Eclogue

1    1|       my head! -~Loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,~And
2  III|        Damoetas.~“You, picking flowers and strawberries that grow~
3  III|      in what country grow such flowers as bear~The names of kings
4   IV|       forth for thee~Caressing flowers. The serpent too shall die,~
5   VI|        divine,~Brow-bound with flowers and bitter parsley, spake:~“
6   IX| streams pours forth a thousand flowers;~Here the white poplar bends