An Experiment In Translation Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQ RSTUJVWXWWSWYWZWWA2B 2WWC2IWD2E2F2WIG2H2W I2H2WH2J2K2SWWWWWH2L 2M2SH2SH2WN2O2P2SWH2 WQ2H2H2R2P| Blest husbandmen if they but knew their bliss | A |
| For whom from war remote fair minded Earth | B |
| Teems to light toil with ready sustenance | C |
| What though from splendid palace streams at dawn | D |
| No servile train gaping at inlaid gates | E |
| Corinthian bronzes garments tricked with gold | F |
| What though for them no snow white wool be stained | G |
| By Eastern dyes nor oil be smeared with nard | H |
| Secure tranquillity is theirs a life | I |
| Of rural wealth from galling failure free | J |
| Of ample leisure amid broad domains | K |
| Cool grots and shimmering pools and shady groves | L |
| Lowing of kine and after woodland chase | M |
| Delight of slumber under noonday boughs | N |
| Hard working hinds to homely fare inured | O |
| Fear of the Gods and reverence for age | P |
| Justice deserting Earth forsook them last | Q |
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| For me enamoured of the darling Muse | R |
| Whose badge I bear may she to me reveal | S |
| The secret of the stars the sun's eclipse | T |
| Moon's endless labour earthquake storm and calm | U |
| Why winter suns subside into the sea | J |
| So soon and summer twilights stay so long | V |
| But if not mine the native fire and force | W |
| To find my way to Nature's very heart | X |
| Leave me green vales and irrigating rills | W |
| And soothe my lack of fame with woods and streams | W |
| Where are the braes and burns of Thessaly | S |
| And Spartan maidens wantoning in the woods | W |
| O who will hence now wizard me away | Y |
| To Haemus' dewy dingles and with dense | W |
| Umbrageous branches curtain my retreat | Z |
| Thrice blest indeed is he that apprehends | W |
| The root and real significance of things | W |
| Who tramples under foot both fear and fate | A2 |
| Nor dreads the roar of Acheron's yawning surge | B2 |
| Nor happy less who knows the rustic gods | W |
| Pan old Sylvanus and the sister nymphs | W |
| To menace of the mob or regal frown | C2 |
| To Dacian hosts and fratricidal strife | I |
| Future of Rome and perishable realms | W |
| Insensible alike his heart is spared | D2 |
| Pain for the poor and envy of the rich | E2 |
| His wealth the harvest trunk and furrow yield | F2 |
| Nothing he recks of edicts cast in bronze | W |
| News of the hour or Senate's wrangling strife | I |
| Some scour the seas in search of war and storm | G2 |
| The gates of Kings put cities to the sword | H2 |
| To drain gemmed goblets snore in Tyrian sheets | W |
| Some gloat upon their golden hoards while some | I2 |
| Are dazed by sounding rhetoric or befooled | H2 |
| By cheers repeated from patrician lips | W |
| And plebs alike exult in brother's blood | H2 |
| Or in sheer lust of exile quit their home | J2 |
| To seek a roof beneath some other sky | K2 |
| With his curved share the wise swain stirs the soil | S |
| Source of his constant care and sustenance | W |
| Of country kin sleek kine and generous steers | W |
| Respite is none for still the season teems | W |
| With fruits or lambing flocks or mellow sheaves | W |
| Crest the long furrows and restock the barns | W |
| Then Winter comes the olives must be pressed | H2 |
| The hogs grunt homeward gorged with mast the grove | L2 |
| Yields arbutus the Autumn peach and pear | M2 |
| And the grapes ripen on the warm dry soil | S |
| Meanwhile his children clamber to be kissed | H2 |
| His honour lives unstained the foaming pail | S |
| Brims with abounding milk and on the sward | H2 |
| Young kids do mimic battle with their horns | W |
| 'Tis he that leads the Feast and when his folk | N2 |
| Have lit the altar fire and wreathed the cup | O2 |
| Thee Bacchus with libation he invokes and then | P2 |
| Tests at the target his head shepherds' skill | S |
| Or bids them strip and wrestle for the prize | W |
| Such was the life the Sabines led of old | H2 |
| Such Remus and his twin and thus it was | W |
| Etruria throve thus seven hilled Rome became | Q2 |
| One with itself the glory of the world | H2 |
| Such too ere yet unnatural Minos reigned | H2 |
| And impious mortals banqueted on flesh | R2 |
| The simple manners of the Golden Age | P |
Alfred Austin
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