Odes From Horace. - To Mëcenas. Book The First, Ode The First Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDEDEFFGG A HIHIJJKK A LLMMNONOPPGG A QRSRTTOO A UVUPUOUOGGWW A XUXUUUYZ| I | A |
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| M cenas from Etrurian Princes sprung | B |
| For whom my golden lyre I strung | B |
| Friend Patron Guardian of its rising song | C |
| O mark the Youth that towers along | C |
| With triumph in his air | D |
| Proud of Olympic dust that soils | E |
| His burning cheek and tangled hair | D |
| Mark how he spreads the palm that crown'd his toils | E |
| Each look the throbbing hope reveals | F |
| That his fleet steeds and kindling wheels | F |
| Swept round the skilfully avoided goal | G |
| Shall with illustrious Chiefs his echo'd name enrol | G |
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| II | A |
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| Who the civic crown obtains | H |
| Or bears into his granaries large | I |
| The plenteous tribute of the Libyan Plains | H |
| Or he who watches still a rural charge | I |
| O'er his own fields directs the plough | J |
| Sees his own fruitage load the bough | J |
| These would'st thou tempt to brave the faithless main | K |
| And tempt with regal wealth thy effort should be vain | K |
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| I | A |
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| The stormy South howls thro' the sullen cloud | L |
| Contending billows roar aloud | L |
| The Merchant sees the gathering danger rise | M |
| And sends a thousand yearning sighs | M |
| To his dear shelter'd home | N |
| Its shades receive him but the tides | O |
| Grow smooth the wild winds cease to roam | N |
| And see his new trimm'd vessel gaily rides | O |
| Fir'd with the hope of wealth once more | P |
| He quits so hardly gain'd the shore | P |
| Watches with eager eye th' unfurling sail | G |
| Nor casts one look behind to the safe sylvan vale | G |
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| II | A |
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| The youth of gay luxurious taste | Q |
| Breaks in the a rbutus' soft shade | R |
| The precious day with interrupting feast | S |
| Or quaffs by some clear fountain in a glade | R |
| The mellow wine of ruby gleam | T |
| While in vain the purer stream | T |
| Courts him as gently the green bank it laves | O |
| To blend th' enfevering draught with its pellucid waves | O |
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| I | A |
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| Th' uplifted trumpet and the clarion send | U |
| Confus'd the mingled clang afar | V |
| Lo while the Matron's tender breast they rend | U |
| Her Soldier hails that din of war | P |
| The wood land Chase desired | U |
| Far other sounds the Hunter charms | O |
| By the enlivening shout inspired | U |
| He breaks from his young Bride's encircling arms | O |
| Nor heeds the morning's wintry gale | G |
| While his deep mouth'd hounds inhale | G |
| The tainted breeze or hold the stag at bay | W |
| Or while from his strong toils the wild boar bursts away | W |
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| II | A |
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| THEE bright Learning's ivy crown | X |
| Exalts above a mortal fate | U |
| Me shady Groves light Nymphs and Satyrs brown | X |
| Raise o'er the Crowd in sweet sequester'd state | U |
| And there is heard the Lesbian lute | U |
| And there Euterpe's Dorian flute | U |
| But should'st thou rank me with the LYRIC CHOIR | Y |
| To GLORY's starry heights thy Poet would aspire | Z |
Anna Seward
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