Georgics
Virgil
Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.
- Winter is come: in olive-mills they bruise
- The Sicyonian berry; acorn-cheered
- The swine troop homeward; woods their arbutes yield;
- So, various fruit sheds Autumn, and high up
- On sunny rocks the mellowing vintage bakes.
- Meanwhile about his lips sweet children cling;
- His chaste house keeps its purity; his kine
- Drop milky udders, and on the lush green grass
- Fat kids are striving, horn to butting horn.
- Himself keeps holy days; stretched o'er the sward,
- Where round the fire his comrades crown the bowl,
- He pours libation, and thy name invokes,
- Lenaeus, and for the herdsmen on an elm
- Sets up a mark for the swift javelin; they
- Strip their tough bodies for the rustic sport.
- Such life of yore the ancient Sabines led,
- Such Remus and his brother: Etruria thus,
- Doubt not, to greatness grew, and Rome became
- The fair world's fairest, and with circling wall
- Clasped to her single breast the sevenfold hills.
- Ay, ere the reign of Dicte's king, ere men,
- Waxed godless, banqueted on slaughtered bulls,
- Such life on earth did golden Saturn lead.
- Nor ear of man had heard the war-trump's blast,
- Nor clang of sword on stubborn anvil set.