Pharsalia - Book Iii: Massilia Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRST UVWXYZA2KUB2C2D2SE2G F2G2DH2I2A2J2K2L2 M2N2O2P2F2Q2D R2S2T2U2H2V2D2W2X2Y2 J2D2UZ2A3B3 C3D3A3J2E3A3A3F3A3YG 3T2A3H3I3J3X2K3L3A3Z C2M3A3N3O3P3Q3N3 A3R3M2A3M3YDLS3Y2T3A 3A3C A3HA3Y2A3U3C2A3C2A3A 3A3Q3A3V3A3YA3W3X3PY 3G3A3A3Z3C2M3Q3A3A3Z A3A4DMMB4A3A3C4D4C2A 3E4A3BMM3M E4MR3A3B3J2A2MMMA3DA 3F4 M2A3MMY2F4G4YA3A3A3With canvas yielding to the western wind | A |
The navy sailed the deep and every eye | B |
Gazed on Ionian billows But the chief | C |
Turned not his vision from his native shore | D |
Now left for ever while the morning mists | E |
Drew down upon the mountains and the cliffs | F |
Faded in distance till his aching sight | G |
No longer knew them Then his wearied frame | H |
Sank in the arms of sleep But Julia's shape | I |
In mournful guise dread horror on her brow | J |
Rose through the gaping earth and from her tomb | K |
Erect in form as of a Fury spake | L |
'Driven from Elysian fields and from the plains | M |
The blest inhabit when the war began | N |
I dwell in Stygian darkness where abide | O |
The souls of all the guilty There I saw | P |
Th' Eumenides with torches in their hands | Q |
Prepared against thy battles and the fleets | R |
Which by the ferryman of the flaming stream | S |
Were made to bear thy dead while Hell itself | T |
Relaxed its punishments the sisters three | U |
With busy fingers all their needful task | V |
Could scarce accomplish and the threads of fate | W |
Dropped from their weary hands With me thy wife | X |
Thou Magnus leddest happy triumphs home | Y |
New wedlock brings new luck Thy concubine | Z |
Whose star brings all her mighty husbands ill | A2 |
Cornelia weds in thee a breathing tomb | K |
Through wars and oceans let her cling to thee | U |
So long as I may break thy nightly rest | B2 |
No moment left thee for her love but all | C2 |
By night to me by day to Caesar given | D2 |
Me not the oblivious banks of Lethe's stream | S |
Have made forgetful and the kings of death | E2 |
Have suffered me to join thee in mid fight | G |
I will be with thee and my haunting ghost | F2 |
Remind thee Caesar's daughter was thy spouse | G2 |
Thy sword kills not our pledges civil war | D |
Shall make thee wholly mine ' She spake and fled | H2 |
But he though heaven and hell thus bode defeat | I2 |
More bent on war with mind assured of ill | A2 |
'Why dread vain phantoms of a dreaming brain | J2 |
Or nought of sense and feeling to the soul | K2 |
Is left by death or death itself is nought ' | L2 |
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Now fiery Titan in declining path | M2 |
Dipped to the waves his bright circumference | N2 |
So much diminished as a growing moon | O2 |
Not yet full circled or when past the full | P2 |
When to the fleet a hospitable coast | F2 |
Gave access and the ropes in order laid | Q2 |
The sailors struck the masts and rowed ashore | D |
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When Caesar saw the fleet escape his grasp | R2 |
And hidden from his view by lengthening seas | S2 |
Left without rival on Hesperian soil | T2 |
He found no joy in triumph rather grieved | U2 |
That thus in safety Magnus' flight was sped | H2 |
Not any gifts of Fortune now sufficed | V2 |
His fiery spirit and no victory won | D2 |
Unless the war was finished with the stroke | W2 |
Then arms he laid aside in guise of peace | X2 |
Seeking the people's favour skilled to know | Y2 |
How to arouse their ire and how to gain | J2 |
The popular love by corn in plenty given | D2 |
For famine only makes a city free | U |
By gifts of food the tyrant buys a crowd | Z2 |
To cringe before him but a people starved | A3 |
Is fearless ever | B3 |
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Curio he bids | C3 |
Cross over to Sicilian cities where | D3 |
Or ocean by a sudden rise o'erwhelmed | A3 |
The land or split the isthmus right in twain | J2 |
Leaving a path for seas Unceasing tides | E3 |
There labour hugely lest again should meet | A3 |
The mountains rent asunder Nor were left | A3 |
Sardinian shores unvisited each isle | F3 |
Is blest with noble harvests which have filled | A3 |
More than all else the granaries of Rome | Y |
And poured their plenty on Hesperia's shores | G3 |
Not even Libya with its fertile soil | T2 |
Their yield surpasses when the southern wind | A3 |
Gives way to northern and permits the clouds | H3 |
To drop their moisture on the teeming earth | I3 |
This ordered Caesar leads his legions on | J3 |
Not armed for war but as in time of peace | X2 |
Returning to his home Ah had he come | K3 |
With only Gallia conquered and the North | L3 |
What long array of triumph had he brought | A3 |
What pictured scenes of battle how had Rhine | Z |
And Ocean borne his chains How noble Gaul | C2 |
And Britain's fair haired chiefs his lofty car | M3 |
Had followed Such a triumph had he lost | A3 |
By further conquest Now in silent fear | N3 |
They watched his marching troops nor joyful towns | O3 |
Poured out their crowds to welcome his return | P3 |
Yet did the conqueror's proud soul rejoice | Q3 |
Far more than at their love at such a fear | N3 |
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Now Anxur's hold was passed the oozy road | A3 |
That separates the marsh the grove sublime | R3 |
Where reigns the Scythian goddess and the path | M2 |
By which men bear the fasces to the feast | A3 |
On Alba's summit From the height afar | M3 |
Gazing in awe upon the walls of Rome | Y |
His native city since the Northern war | D |
Unseen unvisited thus Caesar spake | L |
'Who would not fight for such a god like town | S3 |
And have they left thee Rome without a blow | Y2 |
Thank the high gods no eastern hosts are here | T3 |
To wreak their fury nor Sarmatian horde | A3 |
With northern tribes conjoined by Fortune's gift | A3 |
This war is civil else this coward chief | C |
Had been thy ruin ' | - |
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Trembling at his feet | A3 |
He found the city deadly fire and flame | H |
As from a conqueror gods and fanes dispersed | A3 |
Such was the measure of their fear as though | Y2 |
His power and wish were one No festal shout | A3 |
Greeted his march no feigned acclaim of joy | U3 |
Scarce had they time for hate In Phoebus' hall | C2 |
Their hiding places left a crowd appeared | A3 |
Of Senators uncalled for none could call | C2 |
No Consul there the sacred shrine adorned | A3 |
Nor Praetor next in rank and every seat | A3 |
Placed for the officers of state was void | A3 |
Caesar was all and to his private voice | Q3 |
All else were listeners The fathers sat | A3 |
Ready to grant a temple or a throne | V3 |
If such his wish and for themselves to vote | A3 |
Or death or exile Well it was for Rome | Y |
That Caesar blushed to order what they feared | A3 |
Yet in one breast the spirit of freedom rose | W3 |
Indignant for the laws for when the gates | X3 |
Of Saturn's temple hot Metellus saw | P |
Were yielding to the shock he clove the ranks | Y3 |
Of Caesar's troops and stood before the doors | G3 |
As yet unopened 'Tis the love of gold | A3 |
Alone that fears not death no hand is raised | A3 |
For perished laws or violated rights | Z3 |
But for this dross the vilest cause of all | C2 |
Men fight and die Thus did the Tribune bar | M3 |
The victor's road to rapine and with voice | Q3 |
Clear ringing spake 'Save o'er Metellus dead | A3 |
This temple opens not my sacred blood | A3 |
Shall flow thou robber ere the gold be thine | Z |
And surely shall the Tribune's power defied | A3 |
Find an avenging god this Crassus knew | A4 |
Who followed by our curses sought the war | D |
And met disaster on the Parthian plains | M |
Draw then thy sword nor fear the crowd that gapes | M |
To view thy crimes the citizens are gone | B4 |
Not from our treasury reward for guilt | A3 |
Thy hosts shall ravish other towns are left | A3 |
And other nations wage the war on them | C4 |
Drain not Rome's peace for spoil ' The victor then | D4 |
Incensed to ire 'Vain is thy hope to fall | C2 |
In noble death as guardian of the right | A3 |
With all thine honours thou of Caesar's rage | E4 |
Art little worthy never shall thy blood | A3 |
Defile his hand Time lowest things with high | B |
Confounds not yet so much that if thy voice | M |
Could save the laws it were not better far | M3 |
They fell by Caesar ' Such his lofty words | M |
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But as the Tribune yielded not his rage | E4 |
Rose yet the more and at his soldiers' swords | M |
One look he cast forgetting for the time | R3 |
What robe he wore but soon Metellus heard | A3 |
These words from Cotta 'When men bow to power | B3 |
Freedom of speech is only Freedom's bane | J2 |
Whose shade at least survives if with free will | A2 |
Thou dost whate'er is bidden thee For us | M |
Some pardon may be found a host of ills | M |
Compelled submission and the shame is less | M |
That to have done which could not be refused | A3 |
Yield then this wealth the seeds of direful war | D |
A nation's anger is by losses stirred | A3 |
When laws protect it but the hungry slave | F4 |
Brings danger to his master not himself ' | - |
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At this Metellus yielded from the path | M2 |
And as the gates rolled backward echoed loud | A3 |
The rock Tarpeian and the temple's depths | M |
Gave up the treasure which for centuries | M |
No hand had touched all that the Punic foe | Y2 |
And Perses and Philippus conquered gave | F4 |
And all the gold which Pyrrhus panic struck | G4 |
Left when he fled that gold the price of Rome | Y |
Which yet Fabricius sold not and the hoard | A3 |
Laid up by saving sires the tribute sent | A3 |
By Asia's richest nat | A3 |
Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
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