Pharsalia - Book V: The Oracle. The Mutiny. The Storm Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Thus had the smiles of Fortune and her frownsA
Brought either chief to Macedonian shoresB
Still equal to his foe From cooler skiesC
Sank Atlas' daughters down and Haemus' slopesD
Were white with winter and the day drew nighE
Devoted to the god who leads the monthsF
And marking with new names the book of RomeG
When came the Fathers from their distant postsH
By both the Consuls to Epirus calledI
Ere yet the year was dead a foreign landJ
Obscure received the magistrates of RomeG
And heard their high debate No warlike campK
This for the Consul's and the Praetor's axeL
Proclaimed the Senate house and Magnus satM
One among many and the state was allN
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When all were silent from his lofty seatO
Thus Lentulus began while stern and sadP
The Fathers listened 'If your hearts still beatO
With Latian blood and if within your breastsQ
Still lives your fathers' vigour look not nowR
On this strange land that holds us nor enquireS
Your distance from the captured city yoursT
This proud assembly yours the high commandJ
In all that comes Be this your first decreeU
Whose truth all peoples and all kings confessV
Be this the Senate Let the frozen wainW
Demand your presence or the torrid zoneX
Wherein the day and night with equal treadY
For ever march still follows in your stepsZ
The central power of Imperial RomeG
When flamed the Capitol with fires of GaulN
When Veii held Camillus there with himA2
Was Rome nor ever though it changed its climeA2
Your order lost its rights In Caesar's handsB2
Are sorrowing houses and deserted homesC2
Laws silent for a space and forums closedD2
In public fast His Senate house beholdsC2
Those Fathers only whom from Rome it droveE2
While Rome was full Of that high order allN
Not here are exiles Ignorant of warF2
Its crimes and bloodshed through long years of peaceC2
Ye fled its outburst now in session allN
Are here assembled See ye how the godsC2
Weigh down Italia's loss by all the worldG2
Thrown in the other scale Illyria's waveH2
Rolls deep upon our foes in Libyan wastesC2
Is fallen their Curio the weightier partI2
Of Caesar's senate Lift your standards thenJ2
Spur on your fates and prove your hopes to heavenK2
Let Fortune smiling give you courage nowR
As when ye fled your cause The Consuls' powerS
Fails with the dying year not so does yoursC2
By your commandment for the common wealN
Decree Pompeius leader ' With applauseC2
They heard his words and placed their country's fatesC2
Nor less their own within the chieftain's handsC2
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Then did they shower on people and on kingsC2
Honours well earned Rhodes Mistress of the SeasC2
Was decked with gifts Athena old in fameA2
Received her praise and the rude tribes who dwellN
On cold Taygetus Massilia's sonsC2
Their own Phocaea's freedom on the chiefsC2
Of Thracian tribes fit honours were bestowedL2
They order Libya by their high decreeU
To serve King Juba's sceptre and alasC2
On Ptolemaeus of a faithless raceC2
The faithless sovereign scandal to the godsC2
And shame to Fortune placed the diademA2
Of Pella Boy thy sword was only sharpM2
Against thy people Ah if that were allN
The fatal gift gave too Pompeius' lifeN2
Bereft thy sister of her sire's bequestO2
Half of the kingdom Caesar of a crimeA2
Then all to armsC2
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While soldier thus and chiefP2
In doubtful sort against their hidden fateQ2
Devised their counsel Appius aloneX
Feared for the chances of the war and soughtR2
Through Phoebus' ancient oracle to breakS2
The silence of the gods and know the endT2
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Between the western belt and that which boundsC2
The furthest east midway Parnassus rearsC2
His double summit to the Bromian godU2
And Paean consecrate to whom conjoinedV2
The Theban band leads up the Delphic feastW2
On each third year This mountain when the seaU
Poured o'er the earth her billows rose aloneX
By one high peak scarce master of the wavesC2
Parting the crest of waters from the starsC2
There to avenge his mother from her homeA2
Chased by the angered goddess while as yetX2
She bore him quick within her Paean cameA2
When Themis ruled the tripods and the spotY2
And with unpractised darts the Python slewN
But when he saw how from the yawning caveH2
A godlike knowledge breathed and all the airZ2
Was full of voices murmured from the depthsC2
He took the shrine and filled the deep recessC2
Henceforth to prophesyC2
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Which of the godsC2
Has left heaven's light in this dark cave to hideA3
What spirit that knows the secrets of the worldG2
And things to come here condescends to dwellN
Divine omnipotent bear the touch of manB3
And at his bidding deigns to lift the veilN
Perchance he sings the fates perchance his songC3
Once sung is fate Haply some part of JoveH2
Sent here to rule the earth with mystic powerS
Balanced upon the void immense of airZ2
Sounds through the caves and in its flight returnsC2
To that high home of thunder whence it cameA2
Caught in a virgin's breast this deityU
Strikes on the human spirit then a voiceC2
Sounds from her breast as when the lofty peakD3
Of Etna boils forced by compelling flamesC2
Or as Typheus on Campania's shoreF2
Frets 'neath the pile of huge InarimeA2
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Though free to all that ask denied to noneK2
No human passion lurks within the voiceC2
That heralds forth the god no whispered vowH2
No evil prayer prevails none favour gainW
Of things unchangeable the song divineE3
Yet loves the just When men have left their homesC2
To seek another it hath turned their stepsC2
Aright as with the Tyrians and raisedF3
The hearts of nations to confront their foeH2
As prove the waves of Salamis when earthG3
Hath been unfruitful or polluted airZ2
Has plagued mankind this utterance benignE3
Hath raised their hopes and pointed to the endT2
No gift from heaven's high gods so great as thisC2
Our centuries have lost since Delphi's shrineE3
Has silent stood and kings forbade the godsC2
To speak the future fearing for their fatesC2
Nor does the priestess sorrow that the voiceC2
Is heard no longer and the silent faneW
To her is happiness for whatever breastO2
Contains the deity its shattered frameA2
Surges with frenzy and the soul divineE3
Shakes the frail breath that with the god receivesC2
As prize or punishment untimely deathH3
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These tripods Appius seeks unmoved for yearsC2
These soundless caverned rocks in quest to learnI3
Hesperia's destinies At his commandJ
To loose the sacred gateways and permitJ3
The prophetess to enter to the godU2
The keeper calls Phemonoe whose stepsC2
Round the Castalian fount and in the groveH2
Were wandering careless her he bids to passC2
The portals But the priestess feared to treadY
The awful threshold and with vain deceitsC2
Sought to dissuade the chieftain from his zealN
To learn the future 'What this hope ' she criedA3
'Roman that moves thy breast to know the fatesC2
Long has Parnassus and its silent cleftK3
Stifled the god perhaps the breath divineE3
Has left its ancient gorge and thro' the worldG2
Wanders in devious paths or else the faneW
Consumed to ashes by barbarian fireS
Closed up the deep recess and choked the pathL3
Of Phoebus or the ancient Sibyl's booksC2
Disclosed enough of fate and thus the godsC2
Decreed to close the oracle or elseC2
Since wicked steps are banished from the faneW
In this our impious age the god finds noneK2
Whom he may answer ' But the maiden's guileN
Was known for though she would deny the godsC2
Her fears approved them On her front she bindsC2
A twisted fillet while a shining wreathM3
Of Phocian laurels crowns the locks that flowH2
Upon her shoulders Hesitating yetX2
The priest compelled her and she passed withinN3
But horror filled her of the holiest depthsC2
From which the mystic oracle proceedsC2
And resting near the doors in breast unmovedO3
She dares invent the god in words confusedP3
Which proved no mind possessed with fire divineE3
By such false chant less injuring the chiefH2
Than faith in Phoebus and the sacred faneW
No burst of words with tremor in their tonesC2
No voice re echoiQ3

Marcus Annaeus Lucanus



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