To Apollo. I-31 (from The Odes Of Horace) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFEGHIHJJKJ LMNM

What prays the poet of enshrined ApolloA
What is he asking for with lifted handsB
Pouring a fresh libation from his flagonC
Not fertile crop from rich Sardinian landsB
Not the fair herds of sultry damp CalabriaD
Not even Indian ivory and goldE
Nor meadows that the Liris silent riverF
With sluggish flow has nibbled as it rolledE
Let those whom Fortune has endowed with vineyardsG
With the Calenian knife their grapevines trimH
Let the rich merchant from his golden gobletI
Drink wine by Syrian traffic bought for himH
Dear to the very gods he three times yearlyJ
Yes four times travels the Atlantic SeaJ
Unharmed But I I feed myself on olivesK
Ay succory and soft mallows are for meJ
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Let one enjoy sound health and my possessionsL
Son of Latona grant to me I prayM
With a sane mind an old age all unsulliedN
Nor let my gift my lyre be taken awayM

Helen Leah Reed



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