Pharsalia - Book 1 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHI JKLMNKOPQRSTUVWPJX YZKVTA2B2DC2ZD2FE2IC 2F2G2H2I2C2J2K2L2M2I N2N2C2IO2C2GG2C2P2Q2 G2N2R2C2C2S2N2N2IC2T 2T2U2 T2N2T2F N2V2W2IT2T2N2X2IN2Y2 C2Z2IN2T2T2A3N2C2IIT 2B3T2IN2IIN2N2PT2 T2C2IN2T2N2C3D3T2G2C 2N2PT2T2IT2E3VC2T2T2 N2N2I IC2G2T2T2F3IG2N2N2N2 N2G2S2IT2G2G2N2V2N2T 2G3N2LG2T2C2H3VC2N2N 2T2I3T2N2T2Y2 T2| The Crossing of the Rubicon | A |
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| Wars worse than civil on Emathian plains | B |
| And crime let loose we sing how Rome's high race | C |
| Plunged in her vitals her victorious sword | D |
| Armies akin embattled with the force | E |
| Of all the shaken earth bent on the fray | F |
| And burst asunder to the common guilt | G |
| A kingdom's compact eagle with eagle met | H |
| Standard to standard spear opposed to spear | I |
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| Whence citizens this rage this boundless lust | J |
| To sate barbarians with the blood of Rome | K |
| Did not the shade of Crassus wandering still | L |
| Cry for his vengeance Could ye not have spoiled | M |
| To deck your trophies haughty Babylon | N |
| Why wage campaigns that send no laurels home | K |
| What lands what oceans might have been the prize | O |
| Of all the blood thus shed in civil strife | P |
| Where Titan rises where night hides the stars | Q |
| 'Neath southern noons all quivering with heat | R |
| Or where keen frost that never yields to spring | S |
| In icy fetters binds the Scythian main | T |
| Long since barbarians by the Eastern sea | U |
| And far Araxes' stream and those who know | V |
| If any such there be the birth of Nile | W |
| Had felt our yoke Then Rome upon thyself | P |
| With all the world beneath thee if thou must | J |
| Wage this nefarious war but not till then | X |
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| Now view the houses with half ruined walls | Y |
| Throughout Italian cities stone from stone | Z |
| Has slipped and lies at length within the home | K |
| No guard is found and in the ancient streets so | V |
| Scarce seen the passer by The fields in vain | T |
| Rugged with brambles and unploughed for years | A2 |
| Ask for the hand of man for man is not | B2 |
| Nor savage Pyrrhus nor the Punic horde | D |
| E'er caused such havoc to no foe was given | C2 |
| To strike thus deep but civil strife alone | Z |
| Dealt the fell wound and left the death behind | D2 |
| Yet if the fates could find no other way | F |
| For Nero coming nor the gods with ease | E2 |
| Gain thrones in heaven and if the Thunderer | I |
| Prevailed not till the giant's war was done | C2 |
| Complaint is silent For this boon supreme | F2 |
| Welcome ye gods be wickedness and crime | G2 |
| Thronged with our dead be dire Pharsalia's fields | H2 |
| Be Punic ghosts avenged by Roman blood | I2 |
| Add to these ills the toils of Mutina | C2 |
| Perusia's dearth on Munda's final field | J2 |
| The shock of battle joined let Leucas' Cape | K2 |
| Shatter the routed navies servile hands | L2 |
| Unsheath the sword on fiery Etna's slopes | M2 |
| Still Rome is gainer by the civil war | I |
| Thou Caesar art her prize When thou shalt choose | N2 |
| Thy watch relieved to seek divine abodes | N2 |
| All heaven rejoicing and shalt hold a throne | C2 |
| Or else elect to govern Phoebus' car | I |
| And light a subject world that shall not dread | O2 |
| To owe her brightness to a different Sun | C2 |
| All shall concede thy right do what thou wilt | G |
| Select thy Godhead and the central clime | G2 |
| Whence thou shalt rule the world with power divine | C2 |
| And yet the Northern or the Southern Pole | P2 |
| We pray thee choose not but in rays direct | Q2 |
| Vouchsafe thy radiance to thy city Rome | G2 |
| Press thou on either side the universe | N2 |
| Should lose its equipoise take thou the midst | R2 |
| And weight the scales and let that part of heaven | C2 |
| Where Caesar sits be evermore serene | C2 |
| And smile upon us with unclouded blue | S2 |
| Then may all men lay down their arms and peace | N2 |
| Through all the nations reign and shut the gates | N2 |
| That close the temple of the God of War | I |
| Be thou my help to me e'en now divine | C2 |
| Let Delphi's steep her own Apollo guard | T2 |
| And Nysa keep her Bacchus uninvoked | T2 |
| Rome is my subject and my muse art thou | U2 |
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| First of such deeds I purpose to unfold | T2 |
| The causes task immense what drove to arms | N2 |
| A maddened nation and from all the world | T2 |
| Struck peace away | F |
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| By envious fate's decrees | N2 |
| Abide not long the mightiest lords of earth | V2 |
| Beneath too heavy a burden great the fall | W2 |
| Thus Rome o'ergrew her strength So when that hour | I |
| The last in all the centuries shall sound | T2 |
| The world's disruption all things shall revert | T2 |
| To that primaeval chaos stars on stars | N2 |
| Shall crash and fiery meteors from the sky | X2 |
| Plunge in the ocean Earth shall then no more | I |
| Front with her bulwark the encroaching sea | N2 |
| The moon indignant at her path oblique | Y2 |
| Shall drive her chariot 'gainst her brother Sun | C2 |
| And claim the day for hers and discord huge | Z2 |
| Shall rend the spheres asunder | I |
| On themselves | N2 |
| Great powers are dashed such bounds the gods have placed | T2 |
| Upon the prosperous nor doth Fortune lend | T2 |
| To any nations so that they may strike | A3 |
| The sovereign power that rules the earth and sea | N2 |
| The weapons of her envy Triple reign | C2 |
| And baleful compact for divided power | I |
| Ne'er without peril separate before | I |
| Made Rome their victim Oh Ambition blind | T2 |
| That stirred the leaders so to join their strength | B3 |
| In peace that ended ill their prize the world | T2 |
| For while the Sea on Earth and Earth on Air | I |
| Lean for support while Titan runs his course | N2 |
| And night with day divides an equal sphere | I |
| No king shall brook his fellow nor shall power | I |
| Endure a rival Search no foreign lands | N2 |
| These walls are proof that in their infant days | N2 |
| A hamlet not the world was prize enough | P |
| To cause the shedding of a brother's blood | T2 |
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| Concord on discord based brief time endured | T2 |
| Unwelcome to the rivals and alone | C2 |
| Crassus delayed the advent of the war | I |
| Like to the slender neck that separates | N2 |
| The seas of Graecia should it be engulfed | T2 |
| Then would th' Ionian and Aegean mains | N2 |
| Break each on other thus when Crassus fell | C3 |
| Who held apart the chiefs in piteous death | D3 |
| And stained Assyria's plains with Latian blood | T2 |
| Defeat in Parthia loosed the war in Rome | G2 |
| More in that victory than ye thought was won | C2 |
| Ye sons of Arsaces your conquered foes | N2 |
| Took at your hands the rage of civil strife | P |
| The mighty realm that earth and sea contained | T2 |
| To which all peoples bowed split by the sword | T2 |
| Could not find space for two For Julia bore | I |
| Cut off by fate unpitying the bond | T2 |
| Of that ill omened marriage and the pledge | E3 |
| Of blood united to the shades below | V |
| Had'st thou but longer stayed it had been thine | C2 |
| To keep the husband and the sire apart | T2 |
| And as the Sabine women did of old | T2 |
| Dash down the threatening swords and join the hands | N2 |
| With thee all trust was buried and the chiefs | N2 |
| Could give their courage vent and rushed to war | I |
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| Lest newer glories triumphs past obscure | I |
| Late conquered Gaul the bays from pirates won | C2 |
| This Magnus was thy fear thy roll of fame | G2 |
| Of glorious deeds accomplished for the state | T2 |
| Allows no equal nor will Caesar's pride | T2 |
| A prior rival in his triumphs brook | F3 |
| Which had the right 'twere impious to enquire | I |
| Each for his cause can vouch a judge supreme | G2 |
| The victor heaven the vanquished Cato thee | N2 |
| Nor were they like to like the one in years | N2 |
| Now verging towards decay in times of peace | N2 |
| Had unlearned war but thirsting for applause | N2 |
| Had given the people much and proud of fame | G2 |
| His former glory cared not to renew | S2 |
| But joyed in plaudits of the theatre | I |
| His gift to Rome his triumphs in the past | T2 |
| Himself the shadow of a mighty name | G2 |
| As when some oak in fruitful field sublime | G2 |
| Adorned with venerable spoils and gifts | N2 |
| Of bygone leaders by its weight to earth | V2 |
| With feeble roots still clings its naked arms | N2 |
| And hollow trunk though leafless give a shade | T2 |
| And though condemned beneath the tempest's shock | G3 |
| To speedy fall amid the sturdier trees | N2 |
| In sacred grandeur rules the forest still | L |
| No such repute had Ceesar won nor fame | G2 |
| But energy was his that could not rest | T2 |
| The only shame he knew was not to win | C2 |
| Keen and unvanquished where revenge or hope | H3 |
| Might call resistless would he strike the blow | V |
| With sword unpitying every victory won | C2 |
| Reaped to the full the favour of the gods | N2 |
| Pressed to the utmost all that stayed his course | N2 |
| Aimed at the summit of power was thrust aside | T2 |
| Triumph his joy though ruin marked his track | I3 |
| As parts the clouds a bolt by winds compelled | T2 |
| With crack of riven air and crash of worlds | N2 |
| And veils the light of day and on mankind | T2 |
| Blasting their vision with its flames oblique | Y2 |
| Sheds deadly fright then turning to its home ' | - |
| Nought but the air opposing through its pat | T2 |
Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
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