Horace, Book Iv, Ode Ix; Addressed To Humphry French, Esq.[1] Late Lord Mayor Of Dublin Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Patron of the tuneful throng	A
O too nice and too severe	B
Think not that my country song	A
Shall displease thy honest ear	C
Chosen strains I proudly bring	D
Which the Muses' sacred choir	E
When they gods and heroes sing	D
Dictate to th' harmonious lyre	F
Ancient Homer princely bard	G
Just precedence still maintains	H
With sacred rapture still are heard	I
Theban Pindar's lofty strains	H
Still the old triumphant song	A
Which when hated tyrants fell	J
Great Alc us boldly sung	K
Warns instructs and pleases well	J
Nor has Time's all darkening shade	L
In obscure oblivion press'd	M
What Anacreon laugh'd and play'd	L
Gay Anacreon drunken priest	N
Gentle Sappho love sick muse	O
Warms the heart with amorous fire	E
Still her tenderest notes infuse	O
Melting rapture soft desire	E
Beauteous Helen young and gay	P
By a painted fopling won	Q
Went not first fair nymph astray	P
Fondly pleased to be undone	Q
Nor young Teucer's slaughtering bow	R
Nor bold Hector's dreadful sword	S
Alone the terrors of the foe	T
Sow'd the field with hostile blood	U
Many valiant chiefs of old	V
Greatly lived and died before	W
Agamemnon Grecian bold	V
Waged the ten years' famous war	W
But their names unsung unwept	V
Unrecorded lost and gone	X
Long in endless night have slept	V
And shall now no more be known	Y
Virtue which the poet's care	Z
Has not well consign'd to fame	A2
Lies as in the sepulchre	Z
Some old king without a name	A2
But O Humphry great and free	Z
While my tuneful songs are read	V
Old forgetful Time on thee	Z
Dark oblivion ne'er shall spread	V
When the deep cut notes shall fade	V
On the mouldering Parian stone	Y
On the brass no more be read	V
The perishing inscription	Q
Forgotten all the enemies	B2
Envious G n's cursed spite	V
And P l's derogating lies	C2
Lost and sunk in Stygian night	V
Still thy labour and thy care	Z
What for Dublin thou hast done	Q
In full lustre shall appear	Z
And outshine th' unclouded sun	Q
Large thy mind and not untried	V
For Hibernia now doth stand	V
Through the calm or raging tide	V
Safe conducts the ship to land	V
Falsely we call the rich man great	V
He is only so that knows	D2
His plentiful or small estate	V
Wisely to enjoy and use	E2
He in wealth or poverty	Z
Fortune's power alike defies	C2
And falsehood and dishonesty	Z
More than death abhors and flies	C2
Flies from death no meets it brave	F2
When the suffering so severe	Z
May from dreadful bondage save	F2
Clients friends or country dear	Z
This the sovereign man complete	V
Hero patriot glorious free	Z
Rich and wise and good and great	V
Generous Humphry thou art he	Z

Jonathan Swift

Horace, Book Iv, Ode Ix; Addressed To Humphry French, Esq.[1] Late Lord Mayor Of Dublin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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