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the georgics-第6章

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  Through winding bouts and tedious preludings

  Shall I detain thee。

                         Those that lift their head

  Into the realms of light spontaneously;

  Fruitless indeed; but blithe and strenuous spring;

  Since Nature lurks within the soil。 And yet

  Even these; should one engraft them; or transplant

  To well…drilled trenches; will anon put of

  Their woodland temper; and; by frequent tilth;

  To whatso craft thou summon them; make speed

  To follow。 So likewise will the barren shaft

  That from the stock…root issueth; if it be

  Set out with clear space amid open fields:

  Now the tree…mother's towering leaves and boughs

  Darken; despoil of increase as it grows;

  And blast it in the bearing。 Lastly; that

  Which from shed seed ariseth; upward wins

  But slowly; yielding promise of its shade

  To late…born generations; apples wane

  Forgetful of their former juice; the grape

  Bears sorry clusters; for the birds a prey。

    Soothly on all must toil be spent; and all

  Trained to the trench and at great cost subdued。

  But reared from truncheons olives answer best;

  As vines from layers; and from the solid wood

  The Paphian myrtles; while from suckers spring

  Both hardy hazels and huge ash; the tree

  That rims with shade the brows of Hercules;

  And acorns dear to the Chaonian sire:

  So springs the towering palm too; and the fir

  Destined to spy the dangers of the deep。

  But the rough arbutus with walnut…fruit

  Is grafted; so have barren planes ere now

  Stout apples borne; with chestnut…flower the beech;

  The mountain…ash with pear…bloom whitened o'er;

  And swine crunched acorns 'neath the boughs of elms。

    Nor is the method of inserting eyes

  And grafting one: for where the buds push forth

  Amidst the bark; and burst the membranes thin;

  Even on the knot a narrow rift is made;

  Wherein from some strange tree a germ they pen;

  And to the moist rind bid it cleave and grow。

  Or; otherwise; in knotless trunks is hewn

  A breach; and deep into the solid grain

  A path with wedges cloven; then fruitful slips

  Are set herein; and… no long time… behold!

  To heaven upshot with teeming boughs; the tree

  Strange leaves admires and fruitage not its own。

    Nor of one kind alone are sturdy elms;

  Willow and lotus; nor the cypress…trees

  Of Ida; nor of self…same fashion spring

  Fat olives; orchades; and radii

  And bitter…berried pausians; no; nor yet

  Apples and the forests of Alcinous;

  Nor from like cuttings are Crustumian pears

  And Syrian; and the heavy hand…fillers。

  Not the same vintage from our trees hangs down;

  Which Lesbos from Methymna's tendril plucks。

  Vines Thasian are there; Mareotids white;

  These apt for richer soils; for lighter those:

  Psithian for raisin…wine more useful; thin

  Lageos; that one day will try the feet

  And tie the tongue: purples and early…ripes;

  And how; O Rhaetian; shall I hymn thy praise?

  Yet cope not therefore with Falernian bins。

  Vines Aminaean too; best…bodied wine;

  To which the Tmolian bows him; ay; and king

  Phanaeus too; and; lesser of that name;

  Argitis; wherewith not a grape can vie

  For gush of wine…juice or for length of years。

  Nor thee must I pass over; vine of Rhodes;

  Welcomed by gods and at the second board;

  Nor thee; Bumastus; with plump clusters swollen。

  But lo! how many kinds; and what their names;

  There is no telling; nor doth it boot to tell;

  Who lists to know it; he too would list to learn

  How many sand…grains are by Zephyr tossed

  On Libya's plain; or wot; when Eurus falls

  With fury on the ships; how many waves

  Come rolling shoreward from the Ionian sea。

    Not that all soils can all things bear alike。

  Willows by water…courses have their birth;

  Alders in miry fens; on rocky heights

  The barren mountain…ashes; on the shore

  Myrtles throng gayest; Bacchus; lastly; loves

  The bare hillside; and yews the north wind's chill。

  Mark too the earth by outland tillers tamed;

  And Eastern homes of Arabs; and tattooed

  Geloni; to all trees their native lands

  Allotted are; no clime but India bears

  Black ebony; the branch of frankincense

  Is Saba's sons' alone; why tell to thee

  Of balsams oozing from the perfumed wood;

  Or berries of acanthus ever green?

  Of Aethiop forests hoar with downy wool;

  Or how the Seres comb from off the leaves

  Their silky fleece? Of groves which India bears;

  Ocean's near neighbour; earth's remotest nook;

  Where not an arrow…shot can cleave the air

  Above their tree…tops? yet no laggards they;

  When girded with the quiver! Media yields

  The bitter juices and slow…lingering taste

  Of the blest citron…fruit; than which no aid

  Comes timelier; when fierce step…dames drug the cup

  With simples mixed and spells of baneful power;

  To drive the deadly poison from the limbs。

  Large the tree's self in semblance like a bay;

  And; showered it not a different scent abroad;

  A bay it had been; for no wind of heaven

  Its foliage falls; the flower; none faster; clings;

  With it the Medes for sweetness lave the lips;

  And ease the panting breathlessness of age。

    But no; not Mede…land with its wealth of woods;

  Nor Ganges fair; and Hermus thick with gold;

  Can match the praise of Italy; nor Ind;

  Nor Bactria; nor Panchaia; one wide tract

  Of incense…teeming sand。 Here never bulls

  With nostrils snorting fire upturned the sod

  Sown with the monstrous dragon's teeth; nor crop

  Of warriors bristled thick with lance and helm;

  But heavy harvests and the Massic juice

  Of Bacchus fill its borders; overspread

  With fruitful flocks and olives。 Hence arose

  The war…horse stepping proudly o'er the plain;

  Hence thy white flocks; Clitumnus; and the bull;

  Of victims mightiest; which full oft have led;

  Bathed in thy sacred stream; the triumph…pomp

  Of Romans to the temples of the gods。

  Here blooms perpetual spring; and summer here

  In months that are not summer's; twice teem the flocks;

  Twice doth the tree yield service of her fruit。

  But ravening tigers come not nigh; nor breed

  Of savage lion; nor aconite betrays

  Its hapless gatherers; nor with sweep so vast

  Doth the scaled serpent trail his endless coils

  Along the ground; or wreathe him into spires。

  Mark too her cities; so many and so proud;

  Of mighty toil the achievement; town on town

  Up rugged precipices heaved and reared;

  And rivers undergliding ancient walls。

  Or should I celebrate the sea that laves

  Her upper shores and lower? or those broad lakes?

  Thee; Larius; greatest and; Benacus; thee

  With billowy uproar surging like the main?

  Or sing her harbours; and the barrier cast

  Athwart the Lucrine; and how ocean chafes

  With mighty bellowings; where the Julian wave

  Echoes the thunder of his rout; and through

  Avernian inlets pours the T
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