Book Iii - Part 05 - Cerberus And Furies, And That Lack Of Light Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEDFGHDIJKLMDNDHO PQQRDJQSJBMDDDTUUVWX UDDYUEUQUUGDKUUDUXUZ JUDUA2UDUDUVWB2DC2JJ UZDWUUUUQUDZUBDDXJQU XKD2WC2VC2VBB

Tartarus out belching from his mouth the surgeA
Of horrible heat the which are nowhere norB
Indeed can be but in this life is fearC
Of retributions just and expiationsD
For evil acts the dungeon and the leapE
From that dread rock of infamy the stripesD
The executioners the oaken rackF
The iron plates bitumen and the torchG
And even though these are absent yet the mindH
With a fore fearing conscience plies its goadsD
And burns beneath the lash nor sees meanwhileI
What terminus of ills what end of pineJ
Can ever be and feareth lest the sameK
But grow more heavy after death Of truthL
The life of fools is Acheron on earthM
This also to thy very self sometimesD
Repeat thou mayst Lo even good Ancus leftN
The sunshine with his eyes in divers thingsD
A better man than thou O worthless hindH
And many other kings and lords of ruleO
Thereafter have gone under once who swayedP
O'er mighty peoples And he also heQ
Who whilom paved a highway down the seaQ
And gave his legionaries thoroughfareR
Along the deep and taught them how to crossD
The pools of brine afoot and did contemnJ
Trampling upon it with his cavalryQ
The bellowings of ocean poured his soulS
From dying body as his light was ta'enJ
And Scipio's son the thunderbolt of warB
Horror of Carthage gave his bones to earthM
Like to the lowliest villein in the houseD
Add finders out of sciences and artsD
Add comrades of the Heliconian damesD
Among whom Homer sceptered o'er them allT
Now lies in slumber sunken with the restU
Then too Democritus when ripened eldU
Admonished him his memory waned awayV
Of own accord offered his head to deathW
Even Epicurus went his light of lifeX
Run out the man in genius who o'er toppedU
The human race extinguishing all othersD
As sun in ether arisen all the starsD
Wilt thou then dally thou complain to goY
For whom already life's as good as deadU
Whilst yet thou livest and lookest who in sleepE
Wastest thy life time's major part and snorestU
Even when awake and ceasest not to seeQ
The stuff of dreams and bearest a mind besetU
By baseless terror nor discoverest oftU
What's wrong with thee when like a sotted wretchG
Thou'rt jostled along by many crowding caresD
And wanderest reeling round with mind aswimK
If men in that same way as on the mindU
They feel the load that wearies with its weightU
Could also know the causes whence it comesD
And why so great the heap of ill on heartU
O not in this sort would they live their lifeX
As now so much we see them knowing notU
What 'tis they want and seeking ever and everZ
A change of place as if to drop the burdenJ
The man who sickens of his home goes outU
Forth from his splendid halls and straight returnsD
Feeling i'faith no better off abroadU
He races driving his Gallic ponies alongA2
Down to his villa madly as in hasteU
To hurry help to a house afire At onceD
He yawns as soon as foot has touched the thresholdU
Or drowsily goes off in sleep and seeksD
Forgetfulness or maybe bustles aboutU
And makes for town again In such a wayV
Each human flees himself a self in soothW
As happens he by no means can escapeB2
And willy nilly he cleaves to it and loathesD
Sick sick and guessing not the cause of ailC2
Yet should he see but that O chiefly thenJ
Leaving all else he'd study to divineJ
The nature of things since here is in debateU
Eternal time and not the single hourZ
Mortal's estate in whatsoever remainsD
After great deathW
And too when all is saidU
What evil lust of life is this so greatU
Subdues us to live so dreadfully distraughtU
In perils and alarms one fixed endU
Of life abideth for mortalityQ
Death's not to shun and we must go to meetU
Besides we're busied with the same devicesD
Ever and ever and we are at them everZ
And there's no new delight that may be forgedU
By living on But whilst the thing we long forB
Is lacking that seems good above all elseD
Thereafter when we've touched it something elseD
We long for ever one equal thirst of lifeX
Grips us agape And doubtful 'tis what fortuneJ
The future times may carry or what beQ
That chance may bring or what the issue nextU
Awaiting us Nor by prolonging lifeX
Take we the least away from death's own timeK
Nor can we pluck one moment off wherebyD2
To minish the aeons of our state of deathW
Therefore O man by living on fulfilC2
As many generations as thou mayV
Eternal death shall there be waiting stillC2
And he who died with light of yesterdayV
Shall be no briefer time in death's No moreB
Than he who perished months or years beforeB

Lucretius



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