Georgics
Virgil
Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.
- But no whit the more
- For all expedients tried and travail borne
- By man and beast in turning oft the soil,
- Do greedy goose and Strymon-haunting cranes
- And succory's bitter fibres cease to harm,
- Or shade not injure. The great Sire himself
- No easy road to husbandry assigned,
- And first was he by human skill to rouse
- The slumbering glebe, whetting the minds of men
- With care on care, nor suffering realm of his
- In drowsy sloth to stagnate. Before Jove
- Fields knew no taming hand of husbandmen;
- To mark the plain or mete with boundary-line—
- Even this was impious; for the common stock
- They gathered, and the earth of her own will
- All things more freely, no man bidding, bore.
- He to black serpents gave their venom-bane,
- And bade the wolf go prowl, and ocean toss;
- Shooed from the leaves their honey, put fire away,
- And curbed the random rivers running wine,
- That use by gradual dint of thought on thought
- Might forge the various arts, with furrow's help
- The corn-blade win, and strike out hidden fire
- From the flint's heart. Then first the streams were ware
- Of hollowed alder-hulls: the sailor then
- Their names and numbers gave to star and star,
- Pleiads and Hyads, and Lycaon's child
- Bright Arctos; how with nooses then was found
- To catch wild beasts, and cozen them with lime,
- And hem with hounds the mighty forest-glades.
- Soon one with hand-net scourges the broad stream,
- Probing its depths, one drags his dripping toils
- Along the main; then iron's unbending might,
- And shrieking saw-blade,—for the men of old
- With wedges wont to cleave the splintering log;—
- Then divers arts arose; toil conquered all,
- Remorseless toil, and poverty's shrewd push
- In times of hardship. Ceres was the first
- Set mortals on with tools to turn the sod,
- When now the awful groves 'gan fail to bear
- Acorns and arbutes, and her wonted food
- Dodona gave no more. Soon, too, the corn
- Gat sorrow's increase, that an evil blight
- Ate up the stalks, and thistle reared his spines
- An idler in the fields; the crops die down;
- Upsprings instead a shaggy growth of burrs
- And caltrops; and amid the corn-fields trim
- Unfruitful darnel and wild oats have sway.
- Wherefore, unless thou shalt with ceaseless rake
- The weeds pursue, with shouting scare the birds,
- Prune with thy hook the dark field's matted shade,
- Pray down the showers, all vainly thou shalt eye,
- Alack! thy neighbour's heaped-up harvest-mow,
- And in the greenwood from a shaken oak
- Seek solace for thine hunger.