The Episode Of Nisus And Euryalus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDDEEFFGGHHIIJKLM NNMMMMOOPPQQRRMMA GGSSTUMMMMVVAAW AASSXXAAYYZZA2A2AAB2 B2C2C2D2D2MMU E2AAF2F2 G2G2MMMMMMMMVVMMG2G2 H2H2MMI2I2J2J2MMG2G2 MMK2K2H2 MMGGAAL2 MMMMAAG2G2M2M2G2 JJIIM G2G2MMG2G2EEG2G2MMMM AAMMAAG2G2G2G2G N2N2G2G2YA PARAPHRASE FROM THE NEID LIB IX | A |
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Nisus the guardian of the portal stood | B |
Eager to gild his arms with hostile blood | C |
Well skill'd in fight the quivering lance to wield | D |
Or pour his arrow through th' embattled field | D |
From Ida ton' he left his sylvan cave | E |
And sought a foreign home a distant grave | E |
To watch the movements of the Daunian host | F |
With him Euraylius sustains the post | F |
No lovelier mien adorn'd the ranks of Troy | G |
And beardiess bloom yet graced the gallant boy | G |
Though few the seasons of his youthful life | H |
As yet a novice in the martial strife | H |
'Twas his with beauty valour's gifts to share | I |
A soul heroic as his form was fair | I |
These burn with one pure flame of generous love | J |
In peace in war united still they move | K |
Friendship and glory form their joint reward | L |
And now combined they hold their nightly guard | M |
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'What god ' exclaimed the first 'instils this fire | N |
Or in itself a god what great desire | N |
My labouring soul with anxious thought opress'd | M |
Abhors this station of inglorious rest | M |
The love of fame with this can ill accord | M |
Be't mine to seek for glory with my sword | M |
Seest thou yon camp with torches twinkling dim | O |
Where drunken slumbers wrap each lazy limb | O |
Where confidence and and ease the watch disdain | P |
And drowsy Silence holds her sable reign | P |
Then hear my thought In deep and sullen grief | Q |
Our troops and leaders mourn their absent chief | Q |
Now could the gifts and promiised prize be thine | R |
The deed the danger and the fame be mine | R |
Were this decreed beneath yon rising mound | M |
Methinks an easy path perchance were found | M |
Which past I speed my way to Pallas' walls | A |
And lead neas from Evander's halls ' | - |
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With equal ardour fired and warlike joy | G |
His glowing friend address'd the Dardan boy | G |
'These deeds my Nisus shalt thou dare alone | S |
Must all the fame the peril be thlne own | S |
Am I by thee despised and left afar | T |
As one unfit to share the toils of war | U |
Not thus his son the great Opheltes taught | M |
Not thus my sire in Argive combats fought | M |
Not thus when Ilion fell by heavenly hate | M |
I track'd neas through the walks of fate | M |
Thou know'st my deeds my breast devoid of fear | V |
And hostile life drops dim my gory spear | V |
Here is a soul with hope immortal burns | A |
And life ignoble life for glory spurns | A |
Fame fame fs cheaply earn'd by fleeting breath | W |
The price of honour is the sleep of death ' | - |
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Then Nisus 'Calm thy bosom's fond alarms | A |
Thy heart beats fiercely to the din of arms | A |
More dear thy worth and valour than my own | S |
I swear by him who fills Olympus' throne | S |
So may I triumph as I speak the truth | X |
And clasp again the comrade of my youth | X |
But should I fall and he who dares advance | A |
Through hostile legions must abide by chance | A |
If some Rutulian arm with adverse blow | Y |
Should lay the friend who ever loved thee low | Y |
Live thou such beauties I would fain preserve | Z |
Thy budding years a lengthen'd term deserve | Z |
When humbled in the dust let some one be | A2 |
Whose gentle eyes will shed one tear for me | A2 |
Whose manly arm may snatch me back by force | A |
Or wealth redeem from foes my captive corse | A |
Or if my destiny these last deny | B2 |
If in the spoiler's power my ashes lie | B2 |
Thy pious care may raise a simple tomb | C2 |
To mark thy love and signalize my doom | C2 |
Why should thy doting wretched mother weep | D2 |
Her only boy reclined in endless sleep | D2 |
Who for thy sake the tempest's fury dared | M |
Who for thy sake war's deadly peril shared | M |
Who braved what woman ne'er braved before | U |
And left her native for the Latian shore ' | - |
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'In vain you damp the ardour of my soul ' | - |
Replied Euryalus 'it scorns control | E2 |
Hence let us haste ' their brother guards arose | A |
Roused by their call nor court again repose | A |
The pair bouyed up on Hope's exulting wing | F2 |
Their stations leave and speed to seek the king | F2 |
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Now o'er the earth a solemn stillness ran | G2 |
And lull'd alike the cares of brute and man | G2 |
Save where the Dardan leaders rughtly hold | M |
Alternate converse and their plans unfold | M |
On one great point the council are agreed | M |
An insttant message to their prince decreed | M |
Each lean'd upon the lance he well could wield | M |
And poised with easy arm his ancient shield | M |
When Nisus and his friend their leave request | M |
To offer something to their high behest | M |
With anxious trernors yet unawed by fear | V |
The faithful pair before the throne appear | V |
Iulus greets them at his kind command | M |
The elder first address'd the hoary band | M |
'With patience' thus Hyctacides hegan | G2 |
'Attend nor judge from youth our humble plan | G2 |
Where yonder beacons half expiring beam | H2 |
Our slumbering foes of future conquest deam | H2 |
Nor heed that we a secret path have traced | M |
Between th'e ocean and the portal placed | M |
Beneath the covert of the blackening smoke | I2 |
Whose shade securely our design will cloak | I2 |
If you ye chiefs and fortune will allow | J2 |
We'll bend our oourse to yonder mountain's brow | J2 |
Where Pallas' walls at distance meet the sight | M |
Seen o'er the glade when not obscured by night | M |
Then shall neas in his pride return | G2 |
When hostile rnatrons raise their offspring's urn | G2 |
And Latian spoils and purpled heaps of dead | M |
Shall rnark the havoc of our hero's tread | M |
Such is our purpose not uknown the way | K2 |
Whore yonder torrent's devious waters stray | K2 |
Oft have we seen when huntlng by the stream | H2 |
The distant spires above the valleys gleam ' | - |
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Mature in years for sober wisdom famed | M |
Moved by the speech Alethes here exclaim'd | M |
'Ye parent gods who rule the fate of Troy | G |
Still dwells the Dardan spirit in the boy | G |
When minds like these in striplings thus ye raise | A |
Yours is the godlike act be yours the praise | A |
In gallant youth my fainting hopes revive | L2 |
And Ilion's wonted glories still survive ' | - |
Then in his warm embrace the boys he press'd | M |
And quivering strain'd them to his aged breast | M |
With tears the burning cheek of each bedew'd | M |
And sobbing thus his first discourse renew'd | M |
'What gift my countrymen what martial prize | A |
Can we bestow which you may not despise | A |
Our deities the first best boon have given | G2 |
Internal virtues are the gift of Heaven | G2 |
What poor rewards can bless your deeds on earth | M2 |
Doubtless await such young exalted worth | M2 |
neas and Ascanius shall combine | G2 |
To yield applause far far surpassing mine ' | - |
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Inlus then ' By all the powers above | J |
By those Penates who my country love | J |
By hoary Vesta's sacred fane I swear | I |
My hopes are all in you ye generous pair | I |
Restore my father to my grateful sight | M |
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Nisus two silver goblets are thine own | G2 |
Saved from Arisba's stately domes o'erthrown | G2 |
My sire secured them on that fatal day | M |
Nor left such bowls an Argive robber's prey | M |
Two massy tripods also shall be thine | G2 |
Two talents polish'd from the glittering mine | G2 |
An ancient cup which Tyrian Dido gave | E |
While yet our vessels press'd the Punic wave | E |
But when the hostile chiefs at length bow down | G2 |
When great neas wears Hesperia's crown | G2 |
The casque the buckler and the fiery steed | M |
Which Turnus guides with more than mortal speed | M |
Are thine no envious lot shall then be cast | M |
I pledge my word irrevocably past | M |
Nay more twelve slaves and twice six captive dames | A |
To soothe thy softer hours with amorous flames | A |
And all the realms which now the Latins sway | M |
The labours of to night shall well repay | M |
But thou my generous youth whose tender years | A |
Arc near my own whose worth rny heart reveres | A |
Henceforth affection sweetly thus begun | G2 |
Shall join our bosoms and our souls in one | G2 |
Without thy aid no glory shall be mine | G2 |
Without thy dear advice no great design | G2 |
Alike through life esteem'd thou godlike boy | G |
In war my bulwark and in peace my joy ' | - |
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To him Euryalus 'No day shall shame | N2 |
The rising glories which from this I claim | N2 |
Fortune may favour or the skies may frown | G2 |
But valour spite of fate obtains renown | G2 |
Yet ere fro | Y |
George Gordon Byron
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