The Helot Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC A DEDE A FGFG H IJIJ H KLKL H EMEM H HNHN H OPOP P BCBC P QRQR P NNNN P PFPF P STST H UVUV H WXWX H QRQR H PYPY H KNKN P ZPSP P EPEY P PPPP P UKUK P A2NA2N H B2NB2N H SC2SC2 H RD2RD2 H SCSC H NQNQ P E2E2E2E2 P E2F2E2F2 P PE2PE2 P RNRN P PPPP H PNPN H E2KE2K H E2G2E2G2 H E2RE2R H E2NE2N P H2PH2P N PNPN N I2E2I2E2 N E2NE2N N PPPP H NPNP H E2E2E2E2 H E2E2E2E2 H PJ2PJ2 H K2E2K2E2 P NNNN N E2NE2N N L2RL2R N M2E2M2E2 N QHQH H HNHN H KN2KN2 H PNPN H E2PE2P H PF2PO2 P E2NE2N P KNKN P P2RP2R P PPPP P E2PE2P H E2PE2P H Q2NQ2N H QE2QE2 H RNRN H E2PE2P P PPPP P E2PE2P P NE2NE2 P NR2NR2 P PPPP H E2PE2P H RHRH H PE2PE2 H E2PE2P H E2P2E2P2 P PPPP P E2PE2P P PE2PE2 P NPNP P PPPP H E2G2E2G2 H E2PE2P H E2PE2P H RPRP H E2E2E2E2 P P2E2P2E2 P2 S2NS2N P P2NP2N P PE2PE2 P E2T2E2T2 H E2PE2P H NPNP H E2E2E2E2 H RNRN H NPNPI | A |
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Low the sun beat on the land | B |
Red on vine and plain and wood | C |
With the wine cup in his hand | B |
Vast the Helot herdsman stood | C |
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II | A |
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Quench'd the fierce Achean gaze | D |
Dorian foemen paus'd before | E |
Where cold Sparta snatch'd her bays | D |
At Achaea's stubborn door | E |
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III | A |
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Still with thews of iron bound | F |
Vastly the Achean rose | G |
Godward from the brazen ground | F |
High before his Spartan foes | G |
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IV | H |
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Still the strength his fathers knew | I |
Dauntless when the foe they fac'd | J |
Vein and muscle bounded through | I |
Tense his Helot sinews brac'd | J |
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V | H |
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Still the constant womb of Earth | K |
Blindly moulded all her part | L |
As when to a lordly birth | K |
Achean freemen left her heart | L |
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VI | H |
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Still insensate mother bore | E |
Goodly sons for Helot graves | M |
Iron necks that meekly wore | E |
Sparta's yoke as Sparta's slaves | M |
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VII | H |
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Still O God mock'd mother she | H |
Smil'd upon her sons of clay | N |
Nurs'd them on her breast and knee | H |
Shameless in the shameful day | N |
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VIII | H |
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Knew not old Achea's fires | O |
Burnt no more in souls or veins | P |
Godlike hosts of high desires | O |
Died to clank of Spartan chains | P |
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IX | P |
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Low the sun beat on the land | B |
Purple slope and olive wood | C |
With the wine cup in his hand | B |
Vast the Helot herdsman stood | C |
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X | P |
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As long gnarl'd roots enclasp | Q |
Some red boulder fierce entwine | R |
His strong fingers in their grasp | Q |
Bowl of bright Caecuban wine | R |
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XI | P |
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From far Marsh of Amyclae | N |
Sentried by lank poplars tall | N |
Thro' the red slant of the day | N |
Shrill pipes did lament and call | N |
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XII | P |
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Pierc'd the swaying air sharp pines | P |
Thyrsi like the gilded ground | F |
Clasp'd black shadows of brown vines | P |
Swallows beat their mystic round | F |
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XIII | P |
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Day was at her high unrest | S |
Fever'd with the wine of light | T |
Loosing all her golden vest | S |
Reel'd she towards the coming night | T |
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XIV | H |
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Fierce and full her pulses beat | U |
Bacchic throbs the dry earth shook | V |
Stirr'd the hot air wild and sweet | U |
Madden'd ev'ry vine dark brook | V |
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XV | H |
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Had a red grape never burst | W |
All its heart of fire out | X |
To the red vat all a thirst | W |
To the treader's song and shout | X |
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XVI | H |
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Had the red grape died a grape | Q |
Nor sleek daughter of the vine | R |
Found her unknown soul take shape | Q |
In the wild flow of the wine | R |
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XVII | H |
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Still had reel'd the yellow haze | P |
Still had puls'd the sun pierc'd sod | Y |
Still had throbb'd the vine clad days | P |
To the pulses of their God | Y |
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XVIII | H |
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Fierce the dry lips of the earth | K |
Quaff'd the subtle Bacchic soul | N |
Felt its rage and felt its mirth | K |
Wreath'd as for the banquet bowl | N |
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XIX | P |
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Sapphire breasted Bacchic priest | Z |
Stood the sky above the lands | P |
Sun and Moon at East and West | S |
Brazen cymbals in his hands | P |
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XX | P |
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Temples altars smote no more | E |
Sharply white as brows of Gods | P |
From the long sleek yellow shore | E |
Oliv'd hill or dusky sod | Y |
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XXI | P |
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Gaz'd the anger'd Gods while he | P |
Bacchus made their temples his | P |
Flushed their marble silently | P |
With the red light of his kiss | P |
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XXII | P |
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Red the arches of his feet | U |
Spann'd grape gleaming vales the earth | K |
Reel'd from grove to marble street | U |
Mad with echoes of his mirth | K |
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XXIII | P |
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Nostrils widen'd to the air | A2 |
As above the wine brimm'd bowl | N |
Men and women everywhere | A2 |
Breath'd the fierce sweet Bacchic soul | N |
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XXIV | H |
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Flow'd the vat and roar'd the beam | B2 |
Laugh'd the must while far and shrill | N |
Sweet as notes in Pan born dream | B2 |
Loud pipes sang by vale and hill | N |
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XXV | H |
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Earth was full of mad unrest | S |
While red Bacchus held his state | C2 |
And her brown vine girdl'd breast | S |
Shook to his wild joy and hate | C2 |
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XXVI | H |
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Strife crouch'd red ey'd in the vine | R |
In its tendrils Eros strayed | D2 |
Anger rode upon the wine | R |
Laughter on the cup lip play'd | D2 |
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XXVII | H |
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Day was at her chief unrest | S |
Red the light on plain and wood | C |
Slavish ey'd and still of breast | S |
Vast the Helot herdsman stood | C |
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XXVIII | H |
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Wide his hairy nostrils blew | N |
Maddning incense breathing up | Q |
Oak to iron sinews grew | N |
Round the rich Caecuban cup | Q |
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XXIX | P |
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Drink dull slave the Spartan said | E2 |
Drink until the Helot clod | E2 |
Feel within him subtly bred | E2 |
Kinship to the drunken God | E2 |
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XXX | P |
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Drink until the leaden blood | E2 |
Stirs and beats about thy brain | F2 |
Till the hot Caecuban flood | E2 |
Drown the iron of thy chain | F2 |
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XXXI | P |
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Drink till even madness flies | P |
At the nimble wine's pursuit | E2 |
Till the God within thee lies | P |
Trampled by the earth born brute | E2 |
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XXXII | P |
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Helot drink nor spare the wine | R |
Drain the deep the madd'ning bowl | N |
Flesh and sinews slave are mine | R |
Now I claim thy Helot soul | N |
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XXXIII | P |
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Gods ye love our Sparta ye | P |
Gave with vine that leaps and runs | P |
O'er her slopes these slaves to be | P |
Mocks and warnings to her sons | P |
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XXXIV | H |
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Thou my Hermos turn thy eyes | P |
God touch'd still their frank bold blue | N |
On the Helot mark the rise | P |
Of the Bacchic riot through | N |
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XXXV | H |
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Knotted vein and surging breast | E2 |
Mark the wild insensate mirth | K |
God ward boast the driv'ling jest | E2 |
Till he grovel to the earth | K |
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XXXVI | H |
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Drink dull slave the Spartan cried | E2 |
Meek the Helot touch'd the brim | G2 |
Scented all the purple tide | E2 |
Drew the Bacchic soul to him | G2 |
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XXXVII | H |
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Cold the thin lipp'd Spartan smiled | E2 |
Couch'd beneath the weighted vine | R |
Large ey'd gaz'd the Spartan child | E2 |
On the Helot and the wine | R |
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XXXVIII | H |
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Rose pale Doric shafts behind | E2 |
Stern and strong and thro' and thro' | N |
Weaving with the grape breath'd wind | E2 |
Restless swallows call'd and flew | N |
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XXXIX | P |
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Dropp'd the rose flush'd doves and hung | H2 |
On the fountains murmuring brims | P |
To the bronz'd vine Hermos clung | H2 |
Silver like his naked limbs | P |
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XL | N |
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Flash'd and flush'd rich copper'd leaves | P |
Whiten'd by his ruddy hair | N |
Pallid as the marble eaves | P |
Aw'd he met the Helot's stare | N |
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XLI | N |
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Clang'd the brazen goblet down | I2 |
Marble bred loud echoes stirr'd | E2 |
With fix'd fingers knotted brown | I2 |
Dumb the Helot grasp'd his beard | E2 |
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XLII | N |
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Heard the far pipes mad and sweet | E2 |
All the ruddy hazes thrill | N |
Heard the loud beam crash and beat | E2 |
In the red vat on the hill | N |
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XLIII | N |
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Wide his nostrils as a stag's | P |
Drew the hot wind's fiery bliss | P |
Red his lips as river flags | P |
From the strong Caecuban kiss | P |
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XLIV | H |
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On his swarthy temples grew | N |
Purple veins like cluster'd grapes | P |
Past his rolling pupils blew | N |
Wine born fierce lascivious shapes | P |
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XLV | H |
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Cold the haughty Spartan smiled | E2 |
His the power to knit that day | E2 |
Bacchic fires insensate wild | E2 |
To the grand Achean clay | E2 |
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XLVI | H |
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His the might hence his the right | E2 |
Who should bid him pause nor Fate | E2 |
Warning pass'd before his sight | E2 |
Dark robed and articulate | E2 |
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XLVII | H |
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No black omens on his eyes | P |
Sinistre God sent darkly broke | J2 |
Nor from ruddy earth nor skies | P |
Portends to him mutely spoke | J2 |
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XLVIII | H |
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Lo he said he maddens now | K2 |
Flames divine do scathe the clod | E2 |
Round his reeling Helot brow | K2 |
Stings the garland of the God | E2 |
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XLIX | P |
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Mark my Hermos turn to steel | N |
The soft tendons of thy soul | N |
Watch the God beneath the heel | N |
Of the strong brute swooning roll | N |
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L | N |
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Shame my Hermos honey dew | E2 |
Breeds not on the Spartan spear | N |
Steel thy mother eyes of blue | E2 |
Blush to death that weakling tear | N |
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LI | N |
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Nay behold breed Spartan scorn | L2 |
Of the red lust of the wine | R |
Watch the God himself down borne | L2 |
By the brutish rush of swine | R |
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LII | N |
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Lo the magic of the drink | M2 |
At the nimble wine's pursuit | E2 |
See the man half'd satyr sink | M2 |
All the human in the brute | E2 |
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LIII | N |
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Lo the magic of the cup | Q |
Watch the frothing Helot rave | H |
As great buildings labour up | Q |
From the corpse of slaughter'd slave | H |
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LIV | H |
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Build the Spartan virtue high | H |
From the Helot's wine dead soul | N |
Scorn the wild hot flames that fly | H |
From the purple hearted bowl | N |
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LV | H |
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Helot clay Gods what its worth | K |
Balanc'd with proud Sparta's rock | N2 |
Ours its force to till the earth | K |
Ours its soul to gyve and mock | N2 |
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LVI | H |
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Ours its sullen might Ye Gods | P |
Vastly build the Achean clay | N |
Iron breast our slavish clods | P |
Ours their Helot souls to slay | N |
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LVII | H |
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Knit great thews smite sinews vast | E2 |
Into steel build Helot bones | P |
Iron marrowed such will last | E2 |
Ground by ruthless Sparta's stones | P |
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LVIII | H |
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Crown the strong brute satyr wise | P |
Narrow wall his Helot brain | F2 |
Dash the soul from breast and eyes | P |
Lash him toward the earth again | O2 |
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LIX | P |
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Make a giant for our need | E2 |
Weak to feel and strong to toil | N |
Dully wise to dig or bleed | E2 |
On proud Sparta's alien soil | N |
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LX | P |
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Gods recall thy spark at birth | K |
Lit his soul with high desire | N |
Blend him grind him with the earth | K |
Tread out old Achea's fire | N |
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LXI | P |
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Lo my Hermos laugh and mark | P2 |
See the swift mock of the wine | R |
Faints the primal God born spark | P2 |
Trodden by the rush of swine | R |
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LXII | P |
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Gods ye love our Sparta ye | P |
Gave with vine that leaps and runs | P |
O'er her slopes these slaves to be | P |
Mocks and warnings to her sons | P |
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LXIII | P |
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Cold the haughty Spartan smil'd | E2 |
Madd'ning from the purple hills | P |
Sang the far pipes sweet and wild | E2 |
Red as sun pierc'd daffodils | P |
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LXIV | H |
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Neck curv'd serpent silent scaled | E2 |
With lock'd rainbows stole the sea | P |
On the sleek long beaches wail'd | E2 |
Doves from column and from tree | P |
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LXV | H |
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Reel'd the mote swarm'd haze and thick | Q2 |
Beat the hot pulse of the air | N |
In the Helot fierce and quick | Q2 |
All his soul sprang from its lair | N |
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LXVI | H |
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As the drowzing tiger deep | Q |
In the dim cell hears the shout | E2 |
From the arena from his sleep | Q |
Launches to its thunders out | E2 |
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LXVII | H |
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So to fierce calls of the wine | R |
Strong the red Caecuban bowl | N |
From its slumber deep supine | R |
Panted up the Helot soul | N |
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LXVIII | H |
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At his blood flush'd eye balls rear'd | E2 |
Mad and sweet came pipes and songs | P |
Rous'd at last the wild soul glar'd | E2 |
Spear thrust with a million wrongs | P |
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LXIX | P |
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Past the primal senseless bliss | P |
Past red laughter of the grapes | P |
Past the wine's first honey'd kiss | P |
Past the wine born wanton shapes | P |
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LXX | P |
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Still the Helot stands his feet | E2 |
Set like oak roots in his gaze | P |
Black clouds roll and lightnings meet | E2 |
Flames from old Achean days | P |
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LXXI | P |
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Who may quench the God born fire | N |
Pulsing at the soul's deep root | E2 |
Tyrants grind it in the mire | N |
Lo it vivifies the brute | E2 |
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LXXII | P |
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Stings the chain embruted clay | N |
Senseless to his yoke bound shame | R2 |
Goads him on to rend and slay | N |
Knowing not the spurring flame | R2 |
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LXXIII | P |
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Tyrants changeless stand the Gods | P |
Nor their calm might yielded ye | P |
Not beneath thy chains and rods | P |
Dies man's God gift Liberty | P |
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LXXIV | H |
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Bruteward lash thy Helots hold | E2 |
Brain and soul and clay in gyves | P |
Coin their blood and sweat in gold | E2 |
Build thy cities on their lives | P |
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LXXV | H |
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Comes a day the spark divine | R |
Answers to the Gods who gave | H |
Fierce the hot flames pant and shine | R |
In the bruis'd breast of the slave | H |
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LXXVI | H |
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Changeless stand the Gods nor he | P |
Knows he answers their behest | E2 |
Feels the might of their decree | P |
In the blind rage of his breast | E2 |
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LXXVII | H |
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Tyrants tremble when ye tread | E2 |
Down the servile Helot clods | P |
Under despot heel is bred | E2 |
The white anger of the Gods | P |
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LXXVIII | H |
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Thro' the shackle canker'd dust | E2 |
Thro' the gyv'd soul foul and dark | P2 |
Force they changeless Gods and just | E2 |
Up the bright eternal spark | P2 |
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LXXIX | P |
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Till like lightnings vast and fierce | P |
On the land its terror smites | P |
Till its flames the tyrants pierce | P |
Till the dust the despot bites | P |
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LXXX | P |
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Day was at its chief unrest | E2 |
Stone from stone the Helot rose | P |
Fix'd his eyes his naked breast | E2 |
Iron wall'd his inner throes | P |
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LXXXI | P |
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Rose white in the dusky leaves | P |
Shone the frank ey'd Spartan child | E2 |
Low the pale doves on the eaves | P |
Made their soft moan sweet and wild | E2 |
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LXXXII | P |
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Wand'ring winds fire throated stole | N |
Sybils whisp'ring from their books | P |
With the rush of wine from bowl | N |
Leap'd the tendril darken'd brooks | P |
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LXXXIII | P |
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As the leathern cestus binds | P |
Tense the boxer's knotted hands | P |
So the strong wine round him winds | P |
Binds his thews to iron bands | P |
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LXXXIV | H |
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Changeless are the Gods and bred | E2 |
All their wrath divine in him | G2 |
Bull like fell his furious head | E2 |
Swell'd vast cords on breast and limb | G2 |
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LXXXV | H |
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As loud flaming stones are hurl'd | E2 |
From foul craters thus the gods | P |
Cast their just wrath on the world | E2 |
From the mire of Helot clods | P |
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LXXXVI | H |
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Still the furious Helot stood | E2 |
Staring thro' the shafted space | P |
Dry lipp'd for the Spartan blood | E2 |
He of scourg'd Achea's race | P |
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LXXXVII | H |
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Sprang the Helot roar'd the vine | R |
Rent from grey long wedded stones | P |
From pale shaft and dusky pine | R |
Beat the fury of his groans | P |
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LXXXVIII | H |
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Thunders inarticulate | E2 |
Wordless curses deep and wild | E2 |
Reach'd the long pois'd sword of Fate | E2 |
To the Spartan thro' his child | E2 |
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LXXXIX | P |
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On his knotted hands upflung | P2 |
O'er his low'r'd front all white | E2 |
Fair young Hermos quiv'ring hung | P2 |
As the discus flashes bright | E2 |
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XC | P2 |
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In the player's hand the boy | S2 |
Naked blossom pallid lay | N |
Rous'd to lust of bloody joy | S2 |
Throbb'd the slave's embruted clay | N |
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XCI | P |
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Loud he laugh'd the father sprang | P2 |
From the Spartan's iron mail | N |
Late the bubbling death cry rang | P2 |
On the hot pulse of the gale | N |
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XCII | P |
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As the shining discus flies | P |
From the thrower's strong hand whirl'd | E2 |
Hermos cleft the air his cries | P |
Lance like to the Spartan hurl'd | E2 |
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XCIII | P |
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As the discus smites the ground | E2 |
Smote his golden head the stone | T2 |
Of a tall shaft burst a sound | E2 |
And but one his dying groan | T2 |
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XCIV | H |
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Lo the tyrant's iron might | E2 |
Lo the Helot's yokes and chains | P |
Slave slain in the throbbing light | E2 |
Lay the sole child of his veins | P |
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XCV | H |
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Laugh'd the Helot loud and full | N |
Gazing at his tyrant's face | P |
Low'r'd his front like captive bull | N |
Bellowing from the fields of Thrace | P |
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XCVI | H |
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Rose the pale shaft redly flush'd | E2 |
Red with Bacchic light and blood | E2 |
On its stone the Helot rush'd | E2 |
Stone the tyrant Spartan stood | E2 |
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XCVII | H |
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Lo the magic of the wine | R |
From far marsh of Amyclae | N |
Bier'd upon the ruddy vine | R |
Spartan dust and Helot lay | N |
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XCVIII | H |
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Spouse of Bacchus reel'd the day | N |
Red track'd on the throbbing sods | P |
Dead but free the Helot lay | N |
Just and changeless stand the Gods | P |
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