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The Battle Of The Bards Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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COMETAS	A
Goats from a shepherd who stands here from Lacon keep away	B
Sibyrtas owns him and he stole my goatskin yesterday	B
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LACON	C
Hi lambs avoid yon fountain Have ye not eyes to see	A
Cometas him who filched a pipe but two days back from me	A
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COMETAS	A
Sibyrtas' bondsman own a pipe whence gotst thou that and how	D
Tootling through straws with Corydon mayhap's beneath thee now	D
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LACON	D
'Twas Lycon's gift your highness But pray Cometas say	A
What is that skin wherewith thou saidst that Lacon walked away	A
Why thy lord's self had ne'er a skin whereon his limbs to lay	A
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COMETAS	A
The skin that Crocylus gave me a dark one streaked with white	E
The day he slew his she goat Why thou wert ill with spite	E
Then my false friend and thou would'st end by beggaring me quite	E
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LACON	D
Did Lacon did Calaethis' son purloin a goatskin No	D
By Pan that haunts the sea beach Lad if I served thee so	D
Crazed may I dropp from yon hill top to Crathis' stream below	D
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COMETAS	D
Nor pipe of thine good fellow the Ladies of the Lake	F
So be still kind and good to me did e'er Cometas take	F
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LACON	D
Be Daphnis' woes my portion should that my credence win	D
Still if thou list to stake a kid that surely were no sin	D
Come on I'll sing it out with thee until thou givest in	D
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COMETAS	D
'The hog he braved Athene ' As for the kid 'tis there	G
You stake a lamb against him that fat one if you dare	G
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LACON	D
Fox were that fair for either At shearing who'd prefer	H
Horsehair to wool or when the goat stood handy suffer her	H
To nurse her firstling and himself go milk a blatant cur	H
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COMETAS	D
The same who deemed his hornet's buzz the true cicala's note	I
And braved like you his better And so forsooth you vote	I
My kid a trifle Then come on fellow I stake the goat	I
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LACON	D
Why be so hot Art thou on fire First prythee take thy seat	J
'Neath this wild woodland olive thy tones will sound more sweet	J
Here falls a cold rill dropp by drop and green grass blades uprear	H
Their heads and fallen leaves are thick and locusts prattle here	H
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COMETAS	D
Hot I am not but hurt I am and sorely when I think	K
That thou canst look me in the face and never bleach nor blink	K
Me thine own boyhood's tutor Go train the she wolf's brood	L
Train dogs that they may rend thee This this is gratitude	L
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LACON	D
When learned I from thy practice or thy preaching aught that's right	E
Thou puppet thou misshapen lump of ugliness and spite	E
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COMETAS	D
When When I beat thee wailing sore yon goats looked on with glee	A
And bleated and were dealt with e'en as I had dealt with thee	A
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LACON	D
Well hunchback shallow be thy grave as was thy judgment then	D
But hither hither Thou'lt not dip in herdsman's lore again	D
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COMETAS	D
Nay here are oaks and galingale the hum of housing bees	D
Makes the place pleasant and the birds are piping in the trees	D
And here are two cold streamlets here deeper shadows fall	M
Than yon place owns and look what cones dropp from the pinetree tall	M
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LACON	D
Come hither and tread on lambswool that is soft as any dream	N
Still more unsavoury than thyself to me thy goatskins seem	N
Here will I plant a bowl of milk our ladies' grace to win	D
And one as huge beside it sweet olive oil therein	D
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COMETAS	D
Come hither and trample dainty fern and poppy blossom sleep	O
On goatskins that are softer than thy fleeces piled three deep	O
Here will I plant eight milkpails great Pan's regard to gain	D
Bound them eight cups full honeycombs shall every cup contain	D
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LACON	D
Well there essay thy woodcraft thence fight me never budge	P
From thine own oak e'en have thy way But who shall be our judge	P
Oh if Lycopas with his kine should chance this way to trudge	P
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COMETAS	D
Nay I want no Lycopas But hail yon woodsman do	Q
'Tis Morson see his arms are full of bracken there by you	Q
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LACON	D
We'll hail him	R
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COMETAS	D
Ay you hail him	R
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LACON	D
Friend 'twill not take thee long	S
We're striving which is master we twain in woodland song	S
And thou my good friend Morson ne'er look with favouring eyes	D
On me nor yet to yonder lad be fain to judge the prize	D
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COMETAS	D
Nay by the Nymphs sweet Morson ne'er for Cometas' sake	F
Stretch thou a point nor e'er let him undue advantage take	F
Sibyrtas owns yon wethers a Thurian is he	A
And here my friend Eumares' goats of Sybaris you may see	A
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LACON	D
And who asked thee thou naughty knave to whom belonged these flocks	D
Sibyrtas or it might be me Eh thou'rt a chatter box	D
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COMETAS	D
The simple truth most worshipful is all that I allege	T
I'm not for boasting But thy wit hath all too keen an edge	T
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LACON	D
Come sing if singing's in thee and may our friend get back	U
To town alive Heaven help us lad how thy tongue doth clack	U
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COMETAS Sings	D
Daphnis the mighty minstrel was less precious to the Nine	D
Than I I offered yesterday two kids upon their shrine	D
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LACON Sings	D
Ay but Apollo fancies me hugely for him I rear	H
A lordly ram and look you the Carnival is near	H
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COMETAS	D
Twin kids hath every goat I milk save two My maid my own	D
Eyes me and asks 'At milking time rogue art thou all alone '	-
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LACON	D
Go to nigh twenty baskets doth Lacon fill with cheese	D
Hath time to woo a sweetheart too upon the blossomed leas	D
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COMETAS	D
Clarissa pelts her goatherd with apples should he stray	H
By with his goats and pouts her lip in a quaint charming way	H
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LACON	D
Me too a darling smooth of face notes as I tend my flocks	D
How maddeningly o'er that fair neck ripple those shining locks	D
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COMETAS	D
Tho' dogrose and anemone are fair in their degree	A
The rose that blooms by garden walls still is the rose for me	A
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LACON	D
Tho' acorns' cups are fair their taste is bitterness and still	V
I'll choose for honeysweet are they the apples of the hill	V
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COMETAS	D
A cushat I will presently procure and give to her	H
Who loves me I know where it sits up in the juniper	H
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LACON	D
Pooh a soft fleece to make a coat I'll give the day I shear	H
My brindled ewe no hand but mine shall touch it to my dear	H
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COMETAS	D
Back lambs from that wild olive and be content to browse	D
Here on the shoulder of the hill beneath the myrtle boughs	D
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LACON	D
Run will ye Ball and Dogstar down from that oak tree run	D
And feed where Spot is feeding and catch the morning sun	D
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COMETAS	D
I have a bowl of cypress wood I have besides a cup	W
Praxiteles designed them for her they're treasured up	W
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LACON	D
I have a dog who throttles wolves he loves the sheep and they	H
Love him I'll give him to my dear to keep wild beasts at bay	H
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COMETAS	D
Ye locusts that o'erleap my fence oh let my vines escape	X
Your clutches I beseech you the bloom is on the grape	X
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LACON	D
Ye crickets mark how nettled our friend the goatherd is	D
I ween ye cost the reapers pangs as acute as his	D
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COMETAS	D
Those foxes with their bushy tails I hate to see them crawl	M
Round Micon's homestead and purloin his grapes at evenfall	M
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LACON	D
I hate to see the beetles that come warping on the wind	Y
And climb Philondas' trees and leave never a fig behind	Y
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COMETAS	D
Have you forgot that cudgelling I gave you At each stroke	Z
You grinned and twisted with a grace and clung to yonder oak	Z
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LACON	D
That I've forgot but I have not how once Eumares tied	A2
You to that selfsame oak trunk and tanned your unclean hide	A2
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COMETAS	D
There's some one ill of heartburn You note it I presume	B2
Morson Go quick and fetch a squill from some old beldam's tomb	B2
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LACON	D
I think I'm stinging somebody as Morson too perceives	D
Go to the river and dig up a clump of sowbread leaves	D
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COMETAS	D
May Himera flow not water but milk and may'st thou blush	C2
Crathis with wine and fruitage grow upon every rush	C2
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LACON	D
For me may Sybaris' fountain flow pure honey so that you	Q
My fair may dip your pitcher each	D2