Harvest-home Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFBGHIBJFKFLMBBB NOAPQFRSBTBUVWBMBBXB FYZA2BBBA2U BBBFB2ABFAC2B D2BFBMXFE2FKF2A2BHJA 2FHBFD2FG2BA2BFHBAFB BFHFA2YFKA2FFY AFFFBH AA2FFBD2H2D2MI2BKKJ2 FFBK2FFFHHA2BK KA2KL2K K HABBMBM2FMBA2H2MHBBB FFKL2FBA2FFDN2FO2| Once on a time did Eucritus and I | A |
| With us Amyntas to the riverside | B |
| Steal from the city For Lycopeus' sons | C |
| Were that day busy with the harvest home | D |
| Antigenes and Phrasidemus sprung | E |
| If aught thou holdest by the good old names | F |
| By Clytia from great Chalcon him who erst | B |
| Planted one stalwart knee against the rock | G |
| And lo beneath his foot Burine's rill | H |
| Brake forth and at its side poplar and elm | I |
| Shewed aisles of pleasant shadow greenly roofed | B |
| By tufted leaves Scarce midway were we now | J |
| Nor yet descried the tomb of Brasilas | F |
| When thanks be to the Muses there drew near | K |
| A wayfarer from Crete young Lycidas | F |
| The horned herd was his care a glance might tell | L |
| So much for every inch a herdsman he | M |
| Slung o'er his shoulder was a ruddy hide | B |
| Torn from a he goat shaggy tangle haired | B |
| That reeked of rennet yet a broad belt clasped | B |
| A patched cloak round his breast and for a staff | N |
| A gnarled wild olive bough his right hand bore | O |
| Soon with a quiet smile he spoke his eye | A |
| Twinkled and laughter sat upon his lip | P |
| 'And whither ploddest thou thy weary way | Q |
| Beneath the noontide sun Simichidas | F |
| For now the lizard sleeps upon the wall | R |
| The crested lark folds now his wandering wing | S |
| Dost speed a bidden guest to some reveller's board | B |
| Or townward to the treading of the grape | T |
| For lo recoiling from thy hurrying feet | B |
| The pavement stones ring out right merrily ' | U |
| Then I 'Friend Lycid all men say that none | V |
| Of haymakers or herdsmen is thy match | W |
| At piping and my soul is glad thereat | B |
| Yet to speak sooth I think to rival thee | M |
| Now look this road holds holiday to day | B |
| For banded brethren solemnise a feast | B |
| To richly dight Demeter thanking her | X |
| For her good gifts since with no grudging hand | B |
| Hath the boon goddess filled the wheaten floors | F |
| So come the way the day is thine as mine | Y |
| Try we our woodcraft each may learn from each | Z |
| I am as thou a clarion voice of song | A2 |
| All hail me chief of minstrels But I am not | B |
| Heaven knows o'ercredulous no I scarce can yet | B |
| I think outvie Philetas nor the bard | B |
| Of Samos champion of Sicilian song | A2 |
| They are as cicadas challenged by a frog ' | U |
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| I spake to gain mine ends and laughing light | B |
| He said 'Accept this club as thou'rt indeed | B |
| A born truth teller shaped by heaven's own hand | B |
| I hate your builders who would rear a house | F |
| High as Oromedon's mountain pinnacle | B2 |
| I hate your song birds too whose cuckoo cry | A |
| Struggles in vain to match the Chian bard | B |
| But come we'll sing forthwith Simichidas | F |
| Our woodland music and for my part I | A |
| List comrade if you like the simple air | C2 |
| I forged among the uplands yesterday | B |
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| Sings Safe be my true love convoyed o'er the main | D2 |
| To Mitylene though the southern blast | B |
| Chase the lithe waves while westward slant the Kids | F |
| Or low above the verge Orion stand | B |
| If from Love's furnace she will rescue me | M |
| For Lycidas is parched with hot desire | X |
| Let halcyons lay the sea waves and the winds | F |
| Northwind and Westwind that in shores far off | E2 |
| Flutters the seaweed halcyons of all birds | F |
| Whose prey is on the waters held most dear | K |
| By the green Nereids yea let all things smile | F2 |
| On her to Mitylene voyaging | A2 |
| And in fair harbour may she ride at last | B |
| I on that day a chaplet woven of dill | H |
| Or rose or simple violet on my brow | J |
| Will draw the wine of Pteleas from the cask | A2 |
| Stretched by the ingle They shall roast me beans | F |
| And elbow deep in thyme and asphodel | H |
| And quaintly curling parsley shall be piled | B |
| My bed of rushes where in royal ease | F |
| I sit and thinking of my darling drain | D2 |
| With stedfast lip the liquor to the dregs | F |
| I'll have a pair of pipers shepherds both | G2 |
| This from Acharnae from Lycope that | B |
| And Tityrus shall be near me and shall sing | A2 |
| How the swain Daphnis loved the stranger maid | B |
| And how he ranged the fells and how the oaks | F |
| Such oaks as Himera's banks are green withal | H |
| Sang dirges o'er him waning fast away | B |
| Like snow on Athos or on Haemus high | A |
| Or Rhodope or utmost Caucasus | F |
| And he shall sing me how the big chest held | B |
| All through the maniac malice of his lord | B |
| A living goatherd how the round faced bees | F |
| Lured from their meadow by the cedar smell | H |
| Fed him with daintiest flowers because the Muse | F |
| Had made his throat a well spring of sweet song | A2 |
| Happy Cometas this sweet lot was thine | Y |
| Thee the chest prisoned for thee the honey bees | F |
| Toiled as thou slavedst out the mellowing year | K |
| And oh hadst thou been numbered with the quick | A2 |
| In my day I had led thy pretty goats | F |
| About the hill side listening to thy voice | F |
| While thou hadst lain thee down 'neath oak or pine | Y |
| Divine Cometas warbling pleasantly ' | - |
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| He spake and paused and thereupon spake I | A |
| 'I too friend Lycid as I ranged the fells | F |
| Have learned much lore and pleasant from the Nymphs | F |
| Whose fame mayhap hath reached the throne of Zeus | F |
| But this wherewith I'll grace thee ranks the first | B |
| Thou listen since the Muses like thee well | H |
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| Sings On me the young Loves sneezed for hapless I | A |
| Am fain of Myrto as the goats of Spring | A2 |
| But my best friend Aratus inly pines | F |
| For one who loves him not Aristis saw | F |
| A wondrous seer is he whose lute and lay | B |
| Shrined Apollo's self would scarce disdain | D2 |
| How love had scorched Aratus to the bone | H2 |
| O Pan who hauntest Homole's fair champaign | D2 |
| Bring the soft charmer whosoe'er it be | M |
| Unbid to his sweet arms so gracious Pan | I2 |
| May ne'er thy ribs and shoulderblades be lashed | B |
| With squills by young Arcadians whensoe'er | K |
| They are scant of supper But should this my prayer | K |
| Mislike thee then on nettles mayest thou sleep | J2 |
| Dinted and sore all over from their claws | F |
| Then mayest thou lodge amid Edonian hills | F |
| By Hebrus in midwinter there subsist | B |
| The Bear thy neighbour and in summer range | K2 |
| With the far AEthiops 'neath the Blemmyan rocks | F |
| Where Nile is no more seen But O ye Loves | F |
| Whose cheeks are like pink apples quit your homes | F |
| By Hyetis or Byblis' pleasant rill | H |
| Or fair Dione's rocky pedestal | H |
| And strike that fair one with your arrows strike | A2 |
| The ill starred damsel who disdains my friend | B |
| And lo what is she but an o'er ripe pear | K |
| The girls all cry 'Her bloom is on the wane ' | - |
| We'll watch Aratus at that porch no more | K |
| Nor waste shoe leather let the morning cock | A2 |
| Crow to wake others up to numb despair | K |
| Let Molon and none else that ordeal brave | L2 |
| While we make ease our study and secure | K |
| Some witch to charm all evil from our door ' | - |
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| I ceased He smiling sweetly as before | K |
| Gave me the staff 'the Muses' parting gift ' | - |
| And leftward sloped toward Pyxa We the while | H |
| Bent us to Phrasydeme's Eucritus and I | A |
| And baby faced Amyntas there we lay | B |
| Half buried in a couch of fragrant reed | B |
| And fresh cut vineleaves who so glad as we | M |
| A wealth of elm and poplar shook o'erhead | B |
| Hard by a sacred spring flowed gurgling on | M2 |
| From the Nymphs' grot and in the sombre boughs | F |
| The sweet cicada chirped laboriously | M |
| Hid in the thick thorn bushes far away | B |
| The treefrog's note was heard the crested lark | A2 |
| Sang with the goldfinch turtles made their moan | H2 |
| And o'er the fountain hung the gilded bee | M |
| All of rich summer smacked of autumn all | H |
| Pears at our feet and apples at our side | B |
| Rolled in luxuriance branches on the ground | B |
| Sprawled overweighed with damsons while we brushed | B |
| From the cask's head the crust of four long years | F |
| Say ye who dwell upon Parnassian peaks | F |
| Nymphs of Castalia did old Chiron e'er | K |
| Set before Heracles a cup so brave | L2 |
| In Pholus' cavern did as nectarous draughts | F |
| Cause that Anapian shepherd in whose hand | B |
| Rocks were as pebbles Polypheme the strong | A2 |
| Featly to foot it o'er the cottage lawns | F |
| As ladies ye bid flow that day for us | F |
| All by Demeter's shrine at harvest home | D |
| Beside whose cornstacks may I oft again | N2 |
| Plant my broad fan while she stands by and smiles | F |
| Poppies and cornsheaves on each laden arm | O2 |
Jon Corelis Theocritus
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