The Sixth Book Of Homer's Iliads Poem Rhyme Scheme

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To this great Hector said	B
quot Be well assur'd wife all these things in my kind cares are weigh'd	C
But what a shame and fear it is to think how Troy would scorn	D
Both in her husbands and her wives whom long train'd gowns adorn	D
That I should cowardly fly off The spirit I first did breathe	E
Did never teach me that much less since the contempt of death	F
Was settled in me and my mind knew what a worthy was	G
Whose office is to lead in fight and give no danger pass	H
Without improvement In this fire must Hector's trial shine	I
Here must his country father friends be in him made divine	I
And such a stormy day shall come in mind and soul I know	J
When sacred Troy shall shed her towers for tears of overthrow	J
When Priam all his birth and power shall in those tears be drown'd	K
But neither Troy's posterity so much my soul doth wound	K
Priam nor Hecuba herself nor all my brothers' woes	L
Who though so many and so good must all be food for foes	L
As thy sad state when some rude Greek shall lead thee weeping hence	M
These free days clouded and a night of captive violence	N
Loading thy temples out of which thine eyes must never see	O
But spin the Greek wives' webs of task and their fetch water be	O
To Argos from Messe quot i des or clear Hyperia's spring	P
Which howsoever thou abhorr'st Fate's such a shrewish thing	P
She will be mistress whose cursed hands when they shall crush out cries	Q
From thy oppressions being beheld by other enemies	R
Thus they will nourish thy extremes 'This dame was Hector's wife	S
A man that at the wars of Troy did breathe the worthiest life	S
Of all their army ' This again will rub thy fruitful wounds	T
To miss the man that to thy bands could give such narrow bounds	U
But that day shall not wound mine eyes the solid heap of night	V
Shall interpose and stop mine ears against thy plaints and plight quot	V
This said he reach'd to take his son who of his arms afraid	V
And then the horse hair plume with which he was so overlaid	V
Nodded so horribly he cling'd back to his nurse and cried	V
Laughter affected his great sire who doff'd and laid aside	V
His fearful helm that on the earth cast round about it light	V
Then took and kiss'd his loving son and balancing his weight	V
In dancing him those loving vows to living Jove he us'd	V
And all the other bench of Gods quot O you that have infus'd	V
Soul to this infant now set down this blessing on his star	W
Let his renown be clear as mine equal his strength in war	X
And make his reign so strong in Troy that years to come may yield	V
His facts this fame when rich in spoils he leaves the conquer'd field	V
Sown with his slaughters 'These high deeds exceed his father's worth '	A
And let this echo'd praise supply the comforts to come forth	Y
Of his kind mother with my life quot This said th' heroic sire	Z
Gave him his mother whose fair eyes fresh streams of love's salt fire	Z
Billow'd on her soft cheeks to hear the last of Hector's speech	A2
In which his vows compris'd the sum of all he did beseech	A2
In her wish'd comfort So she took into her odorous breast	V
Her husband's gift who mov'd to see her heart so much oppress'd	V
He dried her tears and thus desir'd quot Afflict me not dear wife	S
With these vain griefs He doth not live that can disjoin my life	S
And this firm bosom but my fate and Fate whose wings can fly	B2
Noble ignoble Fate controls Once born the best must die	B2
Go home and set thy housewifery on these extremes of thought	V
And drive war from them with thy maids keep them from doing nought	V
These will be nothing leave the cares of war to men and me	O
In whom of all the Ilion race they take their highest degree quot	V

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