Echoes From The Sabine Farm Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A ABCBDEFE AGHGIJKL AMNMABOB MF MMBKKB PPQKKQ MF RRMM STMM| TO THE FOUNTAIN OF BANDUSIA | A |
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| O FOUNTAIN of Bandusia | A |
| Whence crystal waters flow | B |
| With garlands gay and wine I ll pay | C |
| The sacrifice I owe | B |
| A sportive kid with budding horns | D |
| I have whose crimson blood | E |
| Anon shall dye and sanctify | F |
| Thy cool and babbling flood | E |
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| O fountain of Bandusia | A |
| The Dog star s hateful spell | G |
| No evil brings into the springs | H |
| That from thy bosom well | G |
| Here oxen wearied by the plow | I |
| The roving cattle here | J |
| Hasten in quest of certain rest | K |
| And quaff thy gracious cheer | L |
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| O fountain of Bandusia | A |
| Ennobled shalt thou be | M |
| For I shall sing the joys that spring | N |
| Beneath yon ilex tree | M |
| Yes fountain of Bandusia | A |
| Posterity shall know | B |
| The cooling brooks that from thy nooks | O |
| Singing and dancing go | B |
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| TO LEUCON E | M |
| I | F |
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| WHAT end the gods may have ordained for me | M |
| And what for thee | M |
| Seek not to learn Leucon e we may not know | B |
| Chaldean tables cannot bring us rest | K |
| T is for the best | K |
| To bear in patience what may come or weal or woe | B |
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| If for more winters our poor lot is cast | P |
| Or this the last | P |
| Which on the crumbling rocks has dashed Etruscan seas | Q |
| Strain clear the wine this life is short at best | K |
| Take hope with zest | K |
| And trusting not To morrow snatch To day for ease | Q |
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| TO LEUCON E | M |
| II | F |
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| SEEK not Leucon e to know how long you re going to live yet | R |
| What boons the gods will yet withhold or what they re going to give yet | R |
| For Jupiter will have his way despite how much we worry | M |
| Some will hang on for many a day and some die in a hurry | M |
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| The wisest thing for you to do is to embark this diem | S |
| Upon a merry escapade with some such bard as I am | T |
| And while we sport I ll reel you off such odes as shall surprise ye | M |
| To morrow when the headache comes well then I ll satirize ye | M |
Eugene Field
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