Feast Of Victory Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Priam's castle walls had sunkA
Troy in dust and ashes layB
And each Greek with triumph drunkA
Richly laden with his preyB
Sat upon his ship's high prowC
On the Hellespontic strandD
Starting on his journey nowC
Bound for Greece his own fair landD
Raise the glad exulting shoutE
Toward the land that gave them birthF
Turn they now the ships aboutE
As they seek their native earthF
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And in rows all mournfullyB
Sat the Trojan women thereG
Beat their breasts in agonyH
Pallid with dishevelled hairG
In the feast of joy so gladI
Mingled they the song of woeJ
Weeping o'er their fortunes sadI
In their country's overthrowJ
Land beloved oh fare thee wellB
By our foreign masters ledK
Far from home we're doomed to dwellB
Ah how happy are the deadK
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Soon the blood by Calchas spiltL
On the altar heavenward smokesM
Pallas by whom towns are builtL
And destroyed the priest invokesM
Neptune too who all the earthF
With his billowy girdle lavesM
Zeus who gives to terror birthF
Who the dreaded Aegis wavesM
Now the weary fight is doneN
Ne'er again to be renewedO
Time's wide circuit now is runN
And the mighty town subduedO
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Atreus' son the army's headK
Told the people's numbers o'erP
Whom he as their captain ledK
To Scamander's vale of yoreQ
Sorrow's black and heavy cloudsM
Passed across the monarch's browC
Of those vast and valiant crowdsM
Oh how few were left him nowC
Joyful songs let each one raiseM
Who will see his home againR
In whose veins the life blood playsM
For alas not all remainS
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All who homeward wend their wayB
Will not there find peace of mindT
On their household altars theyB
Murder foul perchance may findT
Many fall by false friend's strokeU
Who in fight immortal provedV
So Ulysses warning spokeU
By Athene's spirit movedV
Happy he whose faithful spouseM
Guards his home with honor trueW
Woman ofttimes breaks her vowsM
Ever loves she what is newW
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And Atrides glories thereG
In the prize he won in fightX
And around her body fairG
Twines his arms with fond delightX
Evil works must punished beH
Vengeance follows after crimeY
For Kronion's just decreeH
Rules the heavenly courts sublimeY
Evil must in evil endZ
Zeus will on the impious bandD
Woe for broken guest rights sendZ
Weighing with impartial handD
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It may well the glad befitA2
Cried Olleus' valiant sonN
To extol the Gods who sitA2
On Olympus' lofty throneB2
Fortune all her gifts suppliesM
Blindly and no justice knowsM
For Patroclus buried liesM
And Thersites homeward goesM
Since she blindly throws awayB
Each lot in her wheel containedC2
Let him shout with joy to dayB
Who the prize of life has gainedC2
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Ay the wars the best devourP
Brother we will think of theeH
In the fight a very towerP
When we join in revelryH
When the Grecian ships were firedD2
By thine arm was safety broughtE2
Yet the man by craft inspiredD2
Won the spoils thy valor soughtE2
Peace be to thine ashes blestF2
Thou wert vanquished not in fightX
Anger 'tis destroys the bestF2
Ajax fell by Ajax' mightX
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Neoptolemus poured thenR
To his sire renowned the wineG2
'Mongst the lots of earthly menR
Mighty father prize I thineG2
Of the goods that life suppliesM
Greatest far of all is fameH2
Though to dust the body fliesM
Yet still lives a noble nameH2
Valiant one thy glory's rayB
Will immortal be in songI2
For though life may pass awayB
To all time the dead belongI2
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Since the voice of minstrelsyM
Speaks not of the vanquished manJ2
I will Hector's witness beH
Tydeus' noble son beganJ2
Fighting bravely in defenceM
Of his household gods he fellB
Great the victor's glory thenceM
He in purpose did excelB
Battling for his altars dearK2
Sank that rock no more to riseM
E'en the foemen will revereK2
One whose honored name ne'er diesM
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Nestor joyous reveller oldL2
Who three generations sawM
Now the leaf crowned cup of goldL2
Gave to weeping HecubaM2
Drain the goblet's draught so coolB
And forget each painful smartN2
Bacchus' gifts are wonderfulB
Balsam for a broken heartN2
Drain the goblet's draught so coolB
And forget each painful smartN2
Bacchus' gifts are wonderfulB
Balsam for a broken heartN2
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E'en to Niobe whom HeavenN
Loved in wrath to persecuteO2
Respite from her pangs was givenN
Tasting of the corn's ripe fruitO2
Whilst the thirsty lip we laveP2
In the foaming living springQ2
Buried deep in Lethe's waveP2
Lies all grief all sorrowingQ2
Whilst the thirsty lip we laveP2
In the foaming living springQ2
Swallowed up in Lethe's waveP2
Is all grief all sorrowingQ2
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And the Prophetess inspiredD2
By her God upstarted nowC
Toward the smoke of homesteads firedD2
Looking from the lofty prowC
Smoke is each thing here belowJ
Every worldly greatness diesM
As the vapory columns goJ
None are fixed but DeitiesM
Cares behind the horseman sitA2
Round about the vessel playB
Lest the morrow hinder itA2
Let us therefore live to dayB

Friedrich Schiller



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