The Georgics / Virgil
| dc.contributor | Project Eris University of Notre Dame Notre Dame |
| dc.contributor.author | Virgil |
| dc.coverage.placeName | s.l. |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2019-07-04T10:01:39Z |
| dc.date.available | 2019-07-04T10:01:39Z |
| dc.date.created | 1921 |
| dc.date.issued | 1994-01-12 |
| dc.identifier | ota:2016 |
| dc.identifier.citation | http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/2016 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/2016 |
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| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
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| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.subject.lcsh | Latin poetry -- 1st century B.C. |
| dc.subject.other | Poems |
| dc.title | The Georgics / Virgil |
| dc.type | Text |
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| otaterms.date.range | 1900-1999 |
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THE GEORGICS
by Virgil
GEORGIC I
What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what star
Maecenas, it is meet to turn the sod
Or marry elm with vine; how tend the steer;
What pains for cattle-keeping, or what proof
Of patient trial serves for thrifty bees;-
Such are my themes.
O universal lights
Most glorious! ye that lead the gliding year
Along the sky, Liber and Ceres mild,
If by your bounty holpen earth once changed
Chaonian acorn for the plump wheat-ear,
And mingled with the grape, your new-found gift,
The draughts of Achelous; and ye Fauns
To rustics ever kind, come foot it, Fauns
And Dryad-maids together; your gifts I sing.
And thou, for whose delight the war-horse first
Sprang from earth's womb at thy great trident's stroke,
Neptune; and haunter of the groves, for whom
Three hundred snow-white heifers browse th . . .
