Odes From Horace. - [1]on The Pleasures Of Rural Life. Book The Fifth, Epode The Second Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDDEEFF A GHGIJJKK A LMLMNNOOJJ A PJPJQQRR A STSUVVPPWW A ARARXXYY A JZJZJJA2A2B2C2 A MJMJIHJJ A DD2DD2YYEEE2E2 A F2G2F2G2C2C2G2G2 A H2I2H2I2J2J2OOJ2J2 A K2L2K2L2J2J2M2N2 A J2FJ2FO2O2G2G2P2P2 A Q2R2S2R2T2T2U2U2 A EV2EV2G2G2OOJJ A G2J2G2J2C2C2J2J2 A W2X2W2X2L2L2Y2S2G2G2 A JJ2JJ2Z2Z2AA| I | A |
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| Thrice happy he whose life restores | B |
| The pleasures pure of early times | C |
| That ne'er with anxious heart explores | B |
| The rugged heights Ambition climbs | C |
| Exempt from all the din the toil the care | D |
| That Cities for their busy Sons prepare | D |
| Fatigue beneath the name of pleasure | E |
| Contentious law usurious treasure | E |
| A tedious mean attendance on the Great | F |
| And emulation vain of all their pomp and state | F |
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| II | A |
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| Not his sound and balmy sleep | G |
| The trumpet's martial warning breaks | H |
| Nor the loud billows of the angry Deep | G |
| When thro' the straining cords the Tempest shrieks | I |
| But the Morning's choral lay | J |
| Chanted wild from every spray | J |
| Swift at the summons flies the wilder'd dream | K |
| And up he springs alert to meet the orient beam | K |
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| I | A |
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| The vine clad hill he lightly scales | L |
| Where tall the frequent poplars rise | M |
| From branch to branch assiduous trails | L |
| The pendent clusters rich supplies | M |
| And cautious prunes the weak the useless shoot | N |
| Engrafting healthier boughs that promise fruit | N |
| Then his arms serenely folding | O |
| And the smiling scene beholding | O |
| Marks as the fertile valley winds away | J |
| His Flocks and lowing Herds in ample numbers stray | J |
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| II | A |
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| Then to the warm bank below | P |
| Yellow with the morning ray | J |
| And sees his shelter'd hives in even row | P |
| And hears their hum mix with the linnet's lay | J |
| Recent from the crystal springs | Q |
| Many a vessel pure he brings | Q |
| In them from all the waxen cells to drain | R |
| The fragrant essence rich of flow'ry dale and plain | R |
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| I | A |
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| On the river's shady side | S |
| White his gather'd flock appears | T |
| And plung'd into the flashing tide | S |
| Their curl'd and snowy fleece he shears | U |
| But when 'mid laughing fields diffusive spread | V |
| Majestic Autumn rears her placid head | V |
| Wreath'd with wheaten garlands yellow | P |
| Bearing various fruitage mellow | P |
| How gladly from the trees that loaded stand | W |
| Shakes he the ripen'd pears engrafted by his hand | W |
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| II | A |
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| Or his swelling grapes that vie | A |
| With the fleece of Tyrian stain | R |
| Such precious gifts his grateful cares supply | A |
| To thee Protector of his wide domain | R |
| Bounteous Sylvanus and to thee | X |
| The garden's watchful Deity | X |
| Beneath your favoring power he little cares | Y |
| Who wields the Lictor's rod or who the fasces bears | Y |
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| I | A |
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| In sultry noon's oppressive ray | J |
| Beneath the holme of ample shade | Z |
| His listless limbs he loves to lay | J |
| On herbage matted in the glade | Z |
| Hears down the steeps the white rills dashing play | J |
| Till under the long grass they purl away | J |
| While on wing of swift vibration | A2 |
| Murmuring range the honied nation | A2 |
| And the sweet stock dove the thick boughs among | B2 |
| His dewy slumber courts with her complaining song | C2 |
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| II | A |
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| Loud when wintry winds arise | M |
| And the feeble race appal | J |
| While o'er the earth from dim and thicken'd skies | M |
| The flaky snows in white profusion fall | J |
| Then the sylvan chase he seeks | I |
| Lo furious from the thicket breaks | H |
| The gnashing Boar Flies he or stands at bay | J |
| Into the circling toils the staunch dogs drive the prey | J |
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| I | A |
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| When thro' the clear and sparkling air | D |
| Fleet the pointed darts of frost | D2 |
| The filmy nets now here now there | D |
| For thievish birds are lightly toss'd | D2 |
| Or plac'd with silent heed the wily snares | Y |
| To lure the stranger cranes and timid hares | Y |
| Rich viands they whose pleasing flavor | E |
| Crown his board reward his labor | E |
| In those convivial hours the Heart forgets | E2 |
| Its vain tumultuous hopes and all its fond regrets | E2 |
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| II | A |
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| These the pleasures unalloy'd | F2 |
| That brighten oft the rural scene | G2 |
| But if yet dearer joys supply the void | F2 |
| That even there will sometimes intervene | G2 |
| When days are cold and nights are long | C2 |
| And business goes a little wrong | C2 |
| Should an endearing faithful Wife be seen | G2 |
| With the warm light of love she chases gloomy spleen | G2 |
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| I | A |
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| As the Sabine Matron chaste | H2 |
| Active as th' Apulian Wife | I2 |
| See she assumes with cheerful haste | H2 |
| The pleasing cares of wedded life | I2 |
| Draws the clean vestment o'er the little limbs | J2 |
| And when the tearful eye of passion swims | J2 |
| With mild authority commanding | O |
| Repressing ill and good expanding | O |
| Anxious she weeds the infant heart betimes | J2 |
| Ere ill propension thrive and ripen into crimes | J2 |
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| II | A |
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| Dusky grows the winter eve | K2 |
| In hurdled cotes the flocks are penn'd | L2 |
| Her vessels pure the frothing milk receive | K2 |
| As from swell'd udders its full streams descend | L2 |
| Bright the crackling faggots blaze | J2 |
| While she strains the eager gaze | J2 |
| O'er the dim vale to see her Husband come | M2 |
| With tir'd yet willing step to his warm happy home | N2 |
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| I | A |
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| Her beating heart and gladden'd eyes | J2 |
| Perceive him ope the wicker gate | F |
| And swift her busy hand supplies | J2 |
| The flowing bowl the steaming plate | F |
| Her sparkling wine from their own vintage press'd | O2 |
| From their own stores her grateful viand dress'd | O2 |
| Less welcome far the proud collation | G2 |
| Cull'd with painful preparation | G2 |
| When earth and air and seas have been explor'd | P2 |
| For those expensive meats that pile the Consul's board | P2 |
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| II | A |
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| Not the shell fish pampering food | Q2 |
| Of Lucrine's azure lake the boast | R2 |
| Nor luscious product of the eastern flood | S2 |
| Driven by the stormy winds upon our coast | R2 |
| Nor costly birds that hither rove | T2 |
| Natives of Ionian grove | T2 |
| Can with more poignant zest his senses meet | U2 |
| Than the love kneaded cates of this unpurchas'd treat | U2 |
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| I | A |
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| To his border's guardian Power | E |
| When he spreads the vernal feast | V2 |
| Then bleeds the kid in lucky hour | E |
| From the hungry wolf releas'd | V2 |
| Then round the primal lamb's sweet flesh is seen | G2 |
| The crisp salubrious herbage of the green | G2 |
| And from loaded boughs descending | O |
| Unctuous olives richly blending | O |
| These form the dainties of his festal day | J |
| When every heart expands and every face is gay | J |
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| II | A |
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| Circled by a jocund train | G2 |
| With joy the new shorn Flock he hears | J2 |
| Come bleating homeward o'er the russet plain | G2 |
| While slow with languid neck the weary Steers | J2 |
| Th' inverted ploughshare drag along | C2 |
| Mindless of the Shepherd's song | C2 |
| Then round his smiling Household Gods surveys | J2 |
| A numerous menial Group the proof of prosperous days | J2 |
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| I | A |
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| 'T was thus amidst his ill got wealth | W2 |
| The Roman Usurer justly thought | X2 |
| Resolv'd to purchase peace and health | W2 |
| And live at length as Nature taught | X2 |
| No more with subtle avarice to lend | L2 |
| Oppressive foe beneath the name of friend | L2 |
| Now grasping views for once rejected | Y2 |
| He on the Ides his sums collected | S2 |
| But on the Calends lo with anxious pain | G2 |
| On the same interest vast he sends them forth again | G2 |
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| II | A |
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| Thus can lust of gold controul | J |
| Tho' the Heart urge a wiser choice | J2 |
| By force of habit lord it o'er the Soul | J |
| And stifle e'en Conviction's powerful voice | J2 |
| See with sighs the Miser yield | Z2 |
| The promis'd joys of wood and field | Z2 |
| Against experienc'd disappointment try | A |
| With Gold to purchase that which Gold can never buy | A |
Anna Seward
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