The Cageing Of Ares Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGBHIJKLMNOPQRST UVWXYYYYYZYA2B2C2YYY YND2E2KF2G2H2YI2J2YY K2YYL2M2YYYN2O2YD2P2 O2YYQ2R2S2T2YU2YKV2W 2YWW2H2X2W2YY2Z2N2W2 A3YB3YC3W2YW2W2YW2D3 E3W2YF3YYYKW2W2YYNYW 2G3YYW2YE3YH3W2W2C2Y I3W2J3YK3L3M3N3W2O3P 3YQ3W2R3YYYM2W2S3J3W 2E3W2N2W2YM3C3YIliad v V Dedicated to the Council at The Hague | A |
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How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughed | B |
At sight of her boy Giants on the leap | C |
Each over other as they neighboured home | D |
Fronting the day's descent across green slopes | E |
And up fired mountain crags their shadows danced | F |
Close with them in their fun she scarce could guess | G |
Though these two billowy urchins reeked of craft | B |
It signalled some adventurous master trick | H |
To set Olympians buzzing in debate | I |
Lest it might be their godhead undermined | J |
The Tyranny menaced Ephialtes high | K |
On shoulders of his brother Otos waved | L |
For the bull bellowings given to grand good news | M |
Compact complexioned in his gleeful roar | N |
While Otos aped the prisoner's wrists and knees | O |
With doleful sniffs between recurrent howls | P |
Till Gaea's lap receiving them they stretched | Q |
And both upon her bosom shaken to speech | R |
Burst the hot story out of throats of both | S |
Like rocky head founts baffling in their glut | T |
The hurried spout And as when drifting storm | U |
Disburdened loses clasp of here and yon | V |
A peak a forest mound a valley's gleam | W |
Of grass and the river's crooks and snaky coils | X |
Signification marvellous she caught | Y |
Through gurglings of triumphant jollity | Y |
Which now engulphed and now gave eye at last | Y |
Subsided and the serious naked deed | Y |
With mountain cloud of laughter banked around | Y |
Stood in her sight confirmed she could believe | Z |
That these her sprouts of promise her most prized | Y |
These two made up of lion bear and fox | A2 |
Her sportive suckling mammoths her young joy | B2 |
Still by the reckoning infants among men | C2 |
Had done the deed to strike the Titan host | Y |
In envy dumb in envious heart elate | Y |
These two combining strength and craft had snared | Y |
Enmeshed bound fast with thongs discreetly caged | Y |
The blood shedder the terrible Lord of War | N |
Destroyer ravager superb in plumes | D2 |
The barren furrower of anointed fields | E2 |
The scarlet heel in towns foul smoke to sky | K |
Her hated enemy too long her scourge | F2 |
Great Ares And they gagged his trumpet mouth | G2 |
When they had seized on his implacable spear | H2 |
Hugged him to reedy helplessness despite | Y |
His godlike fury startled from amaze | I2 |
For he had eyed them nearing him in play | J2 |
The giant cubs who gambolled and who snarled | Y |
Unheeding his fell presence by the mount | Y |
Ossa beside a brushwood cavern there | K2 |
On Earth's original fisticuffs they called | Y |
For ease of sharp dispute whereat the God | Y |
Approving deemed that sometime trained to arms | L2 |
Good servitors of Ares they would be | M2 |
And ply the pointed spear to dominate | Y |
Their rebel restless fellows villain brood | Y |
Vowed to defy Immortals So it chanced | Y |
Amusedly he watched them and as one | N2 |
The lusty twain were on him and they had him | O2 |
Breath to us Powers of air for laughter loud | Y |
Cock of Olympus he superb in plumes | D2 |
Bound like a wheaten sheaf by those two babes | P2 |
Because they knew our Mother Gaea loathed him | O2 |
Knew him the famine pestilence and waste | Y |
A desolating fire to blind the sight | Y |
With splendour built of fruitful things in ashes | Q2 |
The gory chariot wheel on cries for justice | R2 |
Her deepest planted and her liveliest voice | S2 |
Heard from the babe as from the broken crone | T2 |
Behold him in his vessel of bronze encased | Y |
And tumbled down the cave But rather look | U2 |
Ah that the woman tattler had not sought | Y |
Of all the Gods to let her secret fly | K |
Hermes after the thirteen songful months | V2 |
Prompting the Dexterous to work his arts | W2 |
And shatter earth's delirious holiday | Y |
Then first as where the fountain runs a stream | W |
Resolving to composure on its throbs | W2 |
But see her in the Seasons through that year | H2 |
That one glad year and the fair opening month | X2 |
Had never our Great Mother such sweet face | W2 |
War with her gentle war with her each day | Y |
Her sons and daughters urged at eve were flung | Y2 |
On the morrow stood to challenge in their strength | Z2 |
Renewed indomitable whereof they won | N2 |
From hourly wrestlings up to shut of lids | W2 |
Her ready secret the abounding life | A3 |
Returned for valiant labour she and they | Y |
Defeated and victorious turn by turn | B3 |
By loss enriched by overthrow restored | Y |
Exchange of powers of this conflict came | C3 |
Defacement none nor ever squandered force | W2 |
Is battle nature's mandate here it reigned | Y |
As music unto the hand that smote the strings | W2 |
And she the rosier from their showery brows | W2 |
They fruitful from her ploughed and harrowed breast | Y |
Back to the primal rational of those | W2 |
Who suck the teats of milky earth and clasp | D3 |
Stability in hatred of the insane | E3 |
Man stepped with wits less fearful to pronounce | W2 |
The mortal mind's concept of earth's divorced | Y |
Above those beautiful those masterful | F3 |
Those lawless High they sit and if descend | Y |
Descend to reap not sowing Is it just | Y |
Earth in her happy children asked that word | Y |
Whereto within their breast was her reply | K |
Those beautiful those masterful those lawless | W2 |
Enjoy the life prolonged outleap the years | W2 |
Yet they 'twas the Great Mother's voice inspired | Y |
The audacious thought they glorious over dust | Y |
Outleap not her disrooted from her soar | N |
To meet the certain fate of earth's divorced | Y |
And clap lame wings across a wintry haze | W2 |
Up to the farthest bourne immortal still | G3 |
Thenceforth innocuous lovelier than when ruled | Y |
The Tyranny This her voice within them told | Y |
When softly the Great Mother chid her sons | W2 |
Not of the giant brood who did create | Y |
Those lawless Gods first offspring of our brain | E3 |
Set moving by an abject blood that waked | Y |
To wanton under elements more benign | H3 |
And planted aliens on Olympian heights | W2 |
Imagination's cradle poesy | W2 |
Become a monstrous pressure upon men | C2 |
Foes of good Gaea until dispossessed | Y |
By light from her born of the love of her | I3 |
Their lordship the illumined brain rejects | W2 |
For earth's beneficent the sons of Law | J3 |
Her other name So spake she in their heart | Y |
Among the wheat blades proud of stalk beneath | K3 |
Young vine leaves pushing timid fingers forth | L3 |
Confidently to cling And when brown corn | M3 |
Swayed armied ranks with softened cricket song | N3 |
With gold necks bent for any zephyr's kiss | W2 |
When vine roots daily down a rubble soil | O3 |
Drank fire of heaven athirst to swell the grape | P3 |
When swelled the grape and in it held a ray | Y |
Rich issue of the embrace of heaven and earth | Q3 |
The very eye of passion drowsed by excess | W2 |
And yet a burning lion for the spring | R3 |
Then in that time of general cherishment | Y |
Sweet breathing balm and flutes by cool wood side | Y |
He the harsh rouser of ire being absent caged | Y |
Then did good Gaea's children gratefully | M2 |
Lift hymns to Gods they judged but praised for peace | W2 |
Delightful Peace that answers Reason's call | S3 |
Harmoniously and images her Law | J3 |
Reflects and though short lived as then revives | W2 |
In memories made present on the brain | E3 |
By natural yearnings all the happy scenes | W2 |
The picture of an earth allied to heaven | N2 |
Between them the known smile behind black masks | W2 |
Rightly their various moods interpreted | Y |
And frolic because toilful children borne | M3 |
With larger comprehension of Earth's aim | C3 |
At loftier clearer sweeter by their aid | Y |
George Meredith
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