Georgics
Virgil
Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.
- Nor steeds crave less selection; but on those
- Thou think'st to rear, the promise of their line,
- From earliest youth thy chiefest pains bestow.
- See from the first yon high-bred colt afield,
- His lofty step, his limbs' elastic tread:
- Dauntless he leads the herd, still first to try
- The threatening flood, or brave the unknown bridge,
- By no vain noise affrighted; lofty-necked,
- With clean-cut head, short belly, and stout back;
- His sprightly breast exuberant with brawn.
- Chestnut and grey are good; the worst-hued white
- And sorrel. Then lo! if arms are clashed afar,
- Bide still he cannot: ears stiffen and limbs quake;
- His nostrils snort and roll out wreaths of fire.
- Dense is his mane, that when uplifted falls
- On his right shoulder; betwixt either loin
- The spine runs double; his earth-dinting hoof
- Rings with the ponderous beat of solid horn.
- Even such a horse was Cyllarus, reined and tamed
- By Pollux of Amyclae; such the pair
- In Grecian song renowned, those steeds of Mars,
- And famed Achilles' team: in such-like form
- Great Saturn's self with mane flung loose on neck
- Sped at his wife's approach, and flying filled
- The heights of Pelion with his piercing neigh.