Page:Virgil - The Georgics, Thomas Nevile, 1767.djvu/116

 

Or at their hive's throng'd door the feeble train
Cling, by their feet suspended; or remain
Listless and languid in their chambers pent,
With cold all-torpid, and with famine spent.
Then deep and low a drawling hum runs round; 305
As in close furnace rustling fires resound,
As Auster murmurs thro' the trembling trees,
As with the refluent tides whiz the vext seas.
But you with flamy gums perfume the place,
Nor fail by arts to rouse the fainting race, 310
Lur'd from their stands on wonted sweets to feed,
By honey, dripping thro' canals of reed:
Of galls the pounded savour proves of use,
Thyme too, dry'd roses, wine's concocted juice;
With these the fetid centauries combine, 315
And mellow'd clusters of the Psythian vine.
Beside, a flow'r there is, in pasture-ground,
Amellus call'd; the plant with ease is found;
For from one root arising you behold
Unnumber'd stems; itself shines bright with gold;
The leaves, around thick-sprouting, to the view 321
Give the dark violet's empurpled hue.
With wreaths of this the altars oft are hung:
Chew'd in the mouth it roughens on the tongue:

By