The Seventeenth Book Of Homer's Odysseys Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Such speech they chang'd when in the yard there lay	B
A dog call'd Argus which before his way	B
Assum'd for Ilion Ulysses bred	C
Yet stood his pleasure then in little stead	C
As being too young but growing to his grace	D
Young men made choice of him for every chace	D
Or of their wild goats of their hares or harts	E
But his king gone and he now past his parts	E
Lay all abjectly on the stable's store	F
Before the oxstall and mules' stable door	F
To keep the clothes cast from the peasants' hands	G
While they laid compass on Ulysses' lands	G
The dog with ticks unlook'd to over grown	H
But by this dog no sooner seen but known	H
Was wise Ulysses who new enter'd there	I
Up went his dog's laid ears and coming near	J
Up he himself rose fawn'd and wagg'd his stern	K
Couch'd close his ears and lay so nor discern	K
Could evermore his dear lov'd lord again	L
Ulysses saw it nor had power t' abstain	M
From shedding tears which far off seeing his swain	M
He dried from his sight clean to whom he thus	N
His grief dissembled 'Tis miraculous	N
That such a dog as this should have his lair	I
On such a dunghill for his form is fair	I
And yet I know not if there were in him	O
Good pace or parts for all his goodly limb	O
Or he liv'd empty of those inward things	P
As are those trencher beagles tending kings	P
Whom for their pleasure's or their glory's sake	Q
Or fashion they into their favour take	Q
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This dog said he was servant to one dead	C
A huge time since But if he bore his head	C
For form and quality of such a height	R
As when Ulysses bound for th' Ilion fight	R
Or quickly after left him your rapt eyes	S
Would then admire to see him use his thighs	S
In strength and swiftness He would nothing fly	T
Nor anything let scape if once his eye	T
Seiz'd any wild beast he knew straight his scent	U
Go where he would away with him he went	U
Nor was there ever any savage stood	V
Amongst the thickets of the deepest wood	V
Long time before him but he pull'd him down	W
As well by that true hunting to be shown	H
In such vast coverts as for speed of pace	D
In any open lawn For in deep chace	D
He was a passing wise and well nos'd hound	X
And yet is all this good in him uncrown'd	X
With any grace here now nor he more fed	X
Than any errant cur His king is dead	X
Far from his country and his servants are	Y
So negligent they lend his hound no care	I
Where masters rule not but let men alone	H
You never there see honest service done	Z
That man's half virtue Jove takes quite away	B
That once is sun burn'd with the servile day	B
This said he enter'd the well builded towers	A2
Up bearing right upon the glorious wooers	A2
And left poor Argus dead his lord's first sight	X
Since that time twenty years bereft his light	X
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