Lucretius Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMINOPQRS TUVWC XYZA2VB2C2 VVD2E2VVVXF2VB2G2VH2 OI2J2K2L2M2N2VVO2PVP 2 Q2R2US2T2PU2 PVPVV2L2 W2VX2Y2PPZ2 L2VL2VL2A3 T2L2L2L2L2VT2VL2VF2B 3L2L2L2L2VV L2L2L2L2C3VD3E3Z2PX2 VX2L2F3L2PY2L2L2L2 PVX2D3PL2I2VVL2VVPPP G3L2PPD3VX2H3VL2VD3L 2| Lucilla wedded to Lucretius found | A |
| Her master cold for when the morning flush | B |
| Of passion and the first embrace had died | C |
| Between them tho' he loved her none the less | D |
| Yet often when the woman heard his foot | E |
| Return from pacings in the field and ran | F |
| To greet him with a kiss the master took | G |
| Small notice or austerely for his mind | H |
| Half buried in some weightier argument | I |
| Or fancy borne perhaps upon the rise | J |
| And long roll of the hexameter he past | K |
| To turn and ponder those three hundred scrolls | L |
| Left by the Teacher whom he held divine | M |
| She brook'd it not but wrathful petulant | I |
| Dreaming some rival sought and found a witch | N |
| Who brew'd the philtre which had power they said | O |
| To lead an errant passion home again | P |
| And this at times she mingled with his drink | Q |
| And this destroy'd him for the wicked broth | R |
| Confused the chemic labor of the blood | S |
| And tickling the brute brain within the man's | T |
| Made havoc among those tender cells and check'd | U |
| His power to shape He loathed himself and once | V |
| After a tempest woke upon a morn | W |
| That mock'd him with returning calm and cried | C |
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| Storm in the night for thrice I heard the rain | X |
| Rushing and once the flash of a thunderbolt | Y |
| Methought I never saw so fierce a fork | Z |
| Struck out the streaming mountain side and show'd | A2 |
| A riotous confluence of watercourses | V |
| Blanching and billowing in a hollow of it | B2 |
| Where all but yester eve was dusty dry | C2 |
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| Storm and what dreams ye holy Gods what dreams | V |
| For thrice I waken'd after dreams Perchance | V |
| We do but recollect the dreams that come | D2 |
| Just ere the waking Terrible for it seem'd | E2 |
| A void was made in Nature all her bonds | V |
| Crack'd and I saw the flaring atom streams | V |
| And torrents of her myriad universe | V |
| Ruining along the illimitable inane | X |
| Fly on to clash together again and make | F2 |
| Another and another frame of things | V |
| For ever That was mine my dream I knew it | B2 |
| Of and belonging to me as the dog | G2 |
| With inward yelp and restless forefoot plies | V |
| His function of the woodland but the next | H2 |
| I thought that all the blood by Sylla shed | O |
| Came driving rainlike down again on earth | I2 |
| And where it dash'd the reddening meadow sprang | J2 |
| No dragon warriors from Cadmean teeth | K2 |
| For these I thought my dream would show to me | L2 |
| But girls Hetairai curious in their art | M2 |
| Hired animalisms vile as those that made | N2 |
| The mulberry faced Dictator's orgies worse | V |
| Than aught they fable of the quiet Gods | V |
| And hands they mixt and yell'd and round me drove | O2 |
| In narrowing circles till I yell'd again | P |
| Half suffocated and sprang up and saw | V |
| Was it the first beam of my latest day | P2 |
| - | |
| Then then from utter gloom stood out the | Q2 |
| The breasts of Helen and hoveringly a sword | R2 |
| Now over and now under now direct | U |
| Pointed itself to pierce but sank down shamed | S2 |
| At all that beauty and as I stared a fire | T2 |
| The fire that left a roofless Ilion | P |
| Shot out of them and scorch'd me that I woke | U2 |
| - | |
| Is this thy vengeance holy Venus thine | P |
| Because I would not one of thine own doves | V |
| Not even a rose were offered to thee thine | P |
| Forgetful how my rich proemion makes | V |
| Thy glory fly along the Italian field | V2 |
| In lays that will outlast thy deity | L2 |
| - | |
| Deity nay thy worshippers My tongue | W2 |
| Trips or I speak profanely Which of these | V |
| Angers thee most or angers thee at all | X2 |
| Not if thou be'st of those who far aloof | Y2 |
| From envy hate and pity and spite and scorn | P |
| Live the great life which all our greatest fain | P |
| Would follow centred in eternal calm | Z2 |
| - | |
| Nay if thou canst | L2 |
| Goddess like ourselves | V |
| Touch and be touch'd then would I cry to thee | L2 |
| To kiss thy Mavors roll thy tender arms | V |
| Round him and keep him from the lust of blood | L2 |
| That makes a steaming slaughter house of Rome | A3 |
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| Ay but I meant not thee I meant riot her | T2 |
| Whom all the pines of Ida shook to see | L2 |
| Slide from that quiet heaven of hers and tempt | L2 |
| The Trojan while his neatherds were abroad | L2 |
| Nor her that o'er her wounded hunter wept | L2 |
| Her deity false in human amorous tears | V |
| Nor whom her beardless apple arbiter | T2 |
| Decided fairest Rather O ye Gods | V |
| Poet like as the great Sicilian called | L2 |
| Calliope to grace his golden verse | V |
| Ay and this Kypris also did I take | F2 |
| That popular name of thine to shadow forth | B3 |
| The all generating powers and genial heat | L2 |
| Of Nature when she strikes thro' the thick blood | L2 |
| Of cattle and light is large and lambs are glad | L2 |
| Nosing the mother's udder and the bird | L2 |
| Makes his heart voice amid the blaze of flowers | V |
| Which things appear the work of mighty Gods | V |
| - | |
| The Gods and if I go my work is left | L2 |
| Unfinish'd if I go The Gods who haunt | L2 |
| The lucid interspace of world and world | L2 |
| Where never creeps a cloud or moves a wind | L2 |
| Nor ever falls the least white star of mow | C3 |
| Nor ever lowest roll of thunder moans | V |
| Nor sound of human sorrow mounts to mar | D3 |
| Their sacred everlasting calm and such | E3 |
| Not all so fine nor so divine a calm | Z2 |
| Not such nor all unlike it man may gain | P |
| Letting his own life go The Gods the Godsl | X2 |
| If all be atoms how then should the Gods | V |
| Being atomic not be dissoluble | X2 |
| Not follow the great law My master held | L2 |
| That Gods there are for all men so believe | F3 |
| I prest my footsteps into his and meant | L2 |
| Surely to lead my Memmius in a train | P |
| Of fiowery clauses onward to the proof | Y2 |
| That Gods there are and deathless Meant I meant | L2 |
| I have forgotten what I meant my mind | L2 |
| Stumbles and all my faculties are lamed | L2 |
| - | |
| Look where another of our Gods the Sun | P |
| Apollo Delius or of older use | V |
| All seeing Hyperion what you will | X2 |
| Has mounted yonder since he never sware | D3 |
| Except his wrath were wreak'd on wretched man | P |
| That he would only shine among the dead | L2 |
| Hereafter tales for never yet on earth | I2 |
| Could dead flesh creep or bits of roasting ox | V |
| Moan round the spit nor knows he what he sees | V |
| King of the East altho' he seem and girt | L2 |
| With song and flame and fragrance slowly lifts | V |
| His golden feet on those empurpled stairs | V |
| That climb into the windy halls of heaven | P |
| And here he glances on an eye new born | P |
| And gets for greeting but a wail of pain | P |
| And here he stays upon a freezing orb | G3 |
| That fain would gaze upon him to the last | L2 |
| And here upon a yellow eyelid fallen | P |
| And closed by those who mourn a friend in vain | P |
| Not thankful that his troubles are no more | D3 |
| And me altho' his fire is on my face | V |
| Blinding he sees not nor at all can tell | X2 |
| Whether I mean this day to end myself | H3 |
| Or lend an ear to Plato where he says | V |
| That men like soldiers may not quit the post | L2 |
| Allotted by the Gods But he that holds | V |
| The Gods are careless wherefore need he care | D3 |
| Greatly for them nor rather plunge at | L2 |
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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