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

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Thrice happy he whose life restoresB
The pleasures pure of early timesC
That ne'er with anxious heart exploresB
The rugged heights Ambition climbsC
Exempt from all the din the toil the careD
That Cities for their busy Sons prepareD
Fatigue beneath the name of pleasureE
Contentious law usurious treasureE
A tedious mean attendance on the GreatF
And emulation vain of all their pomp and stateF
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Not his sound and balmy sleepG
The trumpet's martial warning breaksH
Nor the loud billows of the angry DeepG
When thro' the straining cords the Tempest shrieksI
But the Morning's choral layJ
Chanted wild from every sprayJ
Swift at the summons flies the wilder'd dreamK
And up he springs alert to meet the orient beamK
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The vine clad hill he lightly scalesL
Where tall the frequent poplars riseM
From branch to branch assiduous trailsL
The pendent clusters rich suppliesM
And cautious prunes the weak the useless shootN
Engrafting healthier boughs that promise fruitN
Then his arms serenely foldingO
And the smiling scene beholdingO
Marks as the fertile valley winds awayJ
His Flocks and lowing Herds in ample numbers strayJ
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Then to the warm bank belowP
Yellow with the morning rayJ
And sees his shelter'd hives in even rowP
And hears their hum mix with the linnet's layJ
Recent from the crystal springsQ
Many a vessel pure he bringsQ
In them from all the waxen cells to drainR
The fragrant essence rich of flow'ry dale and plainR
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On the river's shady sideS
White his gather'd flock appearsT
And plung'd into the flashing tideS
Their curl'd and snowy fleece he shearsU
But when 'mid laughing fields diffusive spreadV
Majestic Autumn rears her placid headV
Wreath'd with wheaten garlands yellowP
Bearing various fruitage mellowP
How gladly from the trees that loaded standW
Shakes he the ripen'd pears engrafted by his handW
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Or his swelling grapes that vieA
With the fleece of Tyrian stainR
Such precious gifts his grateful cares supplyA
To thee Protector of his wide domainR
Bounteous Sylvanus and to theeX
The garden's watchful DeityX
Beneath your favoring power he little caresY
Who wields the Lictor's rod or who the fasces bearsY
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In sultry noon's oppressive rayJ
Beneath the holme of ample shadeZ
His listless limbs he loves to layJ
On herbage matted in the gladeZ
Hears down the steeps the white rills dashing playJ
Till under the long grass they purl awayJ
While on wing of swift vibrationA2
Murmuring range the honied nationA2
And the sweet stock dove the thick boughs amongB2
His dewy slumber courts with her complaining songC2
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Loud when wintry winds ariseM
And the feeble race appalJ
While o'er the earth from dim and thicken'd skiesM
The flaky snows in white profusion fallJ
Then the sylvan chase he seeksI
Lo furious from the thicket breaksH
The gnashing Boar Flies he or stands at bayJ
Into the circling toils the staunch dogs drive the preyJ
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When thro' the clear and sparkling airD
Fleet the pointed darts of frostD2
The filmy nets now here now thereD
For thievish birds are lightly toss'dD2
Or plac'd with silent heed the wily snaresY
To lure the stranger cranes and timid haresY
Rich viands they whose pleasing flavorE
Crown his board reward his laborE
In those convivial hours the Heart forgetsE2
Its vain tumultuous hopes and all its fond regretsE2
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These the pleasures unalloy'dF2
That brighten oft the rural sceneG2
But if yet dearer joys supply the voidF2
That even there will sometimes interveneG2
When days are cold and nights are longC2
And business goes a little wrongC2
Should an endearing faithful Wife be seenG2
With the warm light of love she chases gloomy spleenG2
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As the Sabine Matron chasteH2
Active as th' Apulian WifeI2
See she assumes with cheerful hasteH2
The pleasing cares of wedded lifeI2
Draws the clean vestment o'er the little limbsJ2
And when the tearful eye of passion swimsJ2
With mild authority commandingO
Repressing ill and good expandingO
Anxious she weeds the infant heart betimesJ2
Ere ill propension thrive and ripen into crimesJ2
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Dusky grows the winter eveK2
In hurdled cotes the flocks are penn'dL2
Her vessels pure the frothing milk receiveK2
As from swell'd udders its full streams descendL2
Bright the crackling faggots blazeJ2
While she strains the eager gazeJ2
O'er the dim vale to see her Husband comeM2
With tir'd yet willing step to his warm happy homeN2
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Her beating heart and gladden'd eyesJ2
Perceive him ope the wicker gateF
And swift her busy hand suppliesJ2
The flowing bowl the steaming plateF
Her sparkling wine from their own vintage press'dO2
From their own stores her grateful viand dress'dO2
Less welcome far the proud collationG2
Cull'd with painful preparationG2
When earth and air and seas have been explor'dP2
For those expensive meats that pile the Consul's boardP2
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Not the shell fish pampering foodQ2
Of Lucrine's azure lake the boastR2
Nor luscious product of the eastern floodS2
Driven by the stormy winds upon our coastR2
Nor costly birds that hither roveT2
Natives of Ionian groveT2
Can with more poignant zest his senses meetU2
Than the love kneaded cates of this unpurchas'd treatU2
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To his border's guardian PowerE
When he spreads the vernal feastV2
Then bleeds the kid in lucky hourE
From the hungry wolf releas'dV2
Then round the primal lamb's sweet flesh is seenG2
The crisp salubrious herbage of the greenG2
And from loaded boughs descendingO
Unctuous olives richly blendingO
These form the dainties of his festal dayJ
When every heart expands and every face is gayJ
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Circled by a jocund trainG2
With joy the new shorn Flock he hearsJ2
Come bleating homeward o'er the russet plainG2
While slow with languid neck the weary SteersJ2
Th' inverted ploughshare drag alongC2
Mindless of the Shepherd's songC2
Then round his smiling Household Gods surveysJ2
A numerous menial Group the proof of prosperous daysJ2
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'T was thus amidst his ill got wealthW2
The Roman Usurer justly thoughtX2
Resolv'd to purchase peace and healthW2
And live at length as Nature taughtX2
No more with subtle avarice to lendL2
Oppressive foe beneath the name of friendL2
Now grasping views for once rejectedY2
He on the Ides his sums collectedS2
But on the Calends lo with anxious painG2
On the same interest vast he sends them forth againG2
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Thus can lust of gold controulJ
Tho' the Heart urge a wiser choiceJ2
By force of habit lord it o'er the SoulJ
And stifle e'en Conviction's powerful voiceJ2
See with sighs the Miser yieldZ2
The promis'd joys of wood and fieldZ2
Against experienc'd disappointment tryA
With Gold to purchase that which Gold can never buyA

Anna Seward



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