To Censorinus. Iv-8 (from The Odes Of Horace) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEAFAAGAGHAIA JKLKAMAMANKNON| With kindly thought I'd give Oh Censorinus | A |
| Bowls and bronze vases pleasing to each friend | B |
| Tripods I'd offer prizes of brave Grecians | A |
| And not the worst of gifts to you I'd send | B |
| Were I forsooth rich in such artist's treasure | C |
| As Scopas and Parrhasius could convey | D |
| This one in stone and that in liquid color | C |
| Skilled here a man a god there to portray | D |
| But mine no power like this nor does your spirit | E |
| Or your affairs need luxuries so choice | A |
| Songs we can give and on the gift set value | F |
| Songs we can give and you in songs rejoice | A |
| Not marble carved with popular inscriptions | A |
| Whereby the spirit and the life return | G |
| After their death unto our upright leaders | A |
| Nor Hannibal's swift flight nor threatenings stern | G |
| Thrown back on him nor flames from impious Carthage | H |
| Ever more clearly pointed out the praise | A |
| Of him who after Africa was conquered | I |
| Acquired a name than did the Calabrian lays | A |
| And you would lose if writings should be silent | J |
| The price of all that you so well have done | K |
| And Romulus his fame had envy silenced | L |
| Where had he been great Mars and Ilia's son | K |
| acus rescued from the Stygian waters | A |
| The genius the favor and the tongue | M |
| Of mighty bards sent to the blessed islands | A |
| He cannot die whose praise the Muse has sung | M |
| The Muse can deify So tireless Hercules | A |
| In Jove's desired banquets has a share | N |
| And the Tyndarid 's clear constellation | K |
| Of ships wrecked in the lowest depths takes care | N |
| Liber his brows adorned with living vine leaf | O |
| Brings to good issue every honest prayer | N |
Helen Leah Reed
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