The farm and fruit of old: a tr. in verse of the 1st and 2nd Georgics, by a market-gardener [R.D. Blackmore]. |
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
The Farm and Fruit of Old: A Tr. in Verse of the 1st and 2nd Georgics, by a ... Publius Vergilius Maro Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
The Farm and Fruit of Old: A Tr. in Verse of the 1st and 2nd Georgics, by a ... Publius Vergilius Maro Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
The Farm and Fruit of Old: A Tr. in Verse of the 1St and 2Nd Georgics, by a ... Publius Vergilius Maro Sin vista previa disponible - 2023 |
Términos y frases comunes
amain Bacchus bear beeves beneath birds birth blast blest blush bough bramble breeze bulls Cæsar Ceres Chaon clods supine clouds deep doth e'en earth elms FARM AND FRUIT farmer feed fire flax flocks floods foliage forest frost FRUIT OF OLD Germania gold graft grain grape ground grove gush harrows harvest hath hazel heave heaven hence horns juice kine labour land laughing lest light loam LUDGATE HILL Mæcenas maiden manure meads mealy soil mellow mother's mountain myrtle native neath night o'er o'er the plain Ofttimes olive Orcus osiers plant PRINCE CONSORT pruning rain reeking river roar Roman Romulus root runnel SAMPSON LOW Saturn's seasons seed sere serf shade shoot shore sing Spring stalk stars steel storm strain summer's swain sweet talon'd plough teem thee Thrice Tmolus toil towers tree Tuscan Twas vine wave wheat wild willow wine winter wood
Pasajes populares
Página 7 - Ere Jove, the acres own'd no master swain, None durst enclose or even mark the plain ; The world was common, and the willing land More frankly gave, with no one to demand.
Página 19 - Let all your farm lads bow at Ceres' shrine, And mix her cakes with honey, milk, and wine; Thrice round the crops the goodly victim bear, While all the choir and merry neighbours share, And Ceres...
Página 3 - And loam grows mealy to the zephyr's flaw, The plough at once my groaning bull must bear, And, chafed along the furrow, gleam the share. That corn-land best shall pay the farmer's cost, Which twice hath felt the sun, and twice the frost, 55 His wildest vows with double answer meet, And burst his garners with a world of wheat. But ere we plough a stranger farm, 'tis good To learn the winds, and heaven's uncertain mood, The ancient tilth, and how the country lies, 6^ And what each quarter yields, and...
Página 4 - ... store, While ivory is the gift of Indian shore; With incense soft the softer Shebans deal, The stark Chalybian's element is steel; With acrid castor reek the Pontic wares, Epirus wins the palm of Elian mares. So Nature framed these laws, for good or ill, And stamp'd on each the fiat of her will, When first Deucalion, through a world forlorn, Cast stones, and man, a flinty race, was born. Then come, forthwith, before the year grow old, Let sturdy bulls turn up the buxom mould, And dusty summer...
Página 47 - Or showers from heaven by mighty north winds cast; But pushes forth the gems herself conceives, And opes the crinkled modesty of leaves. Such days, I trow, at the infancy of earth, Shone forth, and kept the tenor of their birth; True Spring was that, the world was bent on Spring, And eastern breezes check'd their wintry wing: While cattle drank new light, and man was shown, A race of iron from a land of stone ; Then savage beasts were...
Página 10 - ... the cheap twig-woven crate ; Bush-harrows too, and Bacchus' mystic van ; All which, with foresight and judicious plan, Must long have been procured, ere may be thine The well-earn'd glory of a farm divine. First, in the woods, with downright force we bow An elm, to take the form and curve of plough : Hereto, at base, an eight-foot pole is join'd, Two earth-boards, and a share-beam double-spined : A linden also, lightsome for the yoke, Is fell'd betimes, and beech that towers afar, (The helve...
Página 12 - To choose out all the largest, every year. Thus all things, sadly falling off, grow worse, Relapsing, tottering, under nature's curse. As one against the current, hard bested, With desperate tugging strains his shallop's head, 235 If, for one breath, his brawny arms he stay, Instant the torrent hurries him away. Moreover, we must watch Arcturus...
Página 55 - And bleft is he who knows the farmer's God, Where Pan, Sylvanus, and the Nymphs have trod. No Consul's axe, no Emperor's purple state, No broil that breeds fraternal lies and hate, No Dacian horde from Ister's dark cabal, Nor Roman pomp, nor kingdoms raised to fall — Nought recks he these, nor frets away his health, Through pain at want, or jealousy of wealth. Whatever fruit the branches, and the mead, Spontaneous bring, he gathers for his need; Nor sees the forum in its frantic time, The iron...