An Ode - In Imitation Of Horace, Book Iii. Ode Ii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEEFGHDFIHH BBJKKKJLMNOPQQRSTT NMOUMVWXXXAUBBUMA CYCZA2A2MBBMB2C2EDKK D2DGBBKKB A2MMBA2A2AE2EBBBAAAF 2G2G2F2F2ACH2H2MI2UT MDI OJ2OJ2WWMMK2K2BBL2L2 BBM2M2G2G2BBBMMN2N2B BA2EO2EJ2TJ2TBB P2HF2F2BBQ2Q2ZZUUR2Q BCCBQ2Q2S2S2CCJ2J2S2 MT2M U2U2MMMMV2W2ZBBZCF2F 2BBX2Y2Z2How long deluded Albion wilt thou lie | A |
In the lethargic sleep the sad repose | B |
By which thy close thy constant enemy | C |
Has softly lull'd thee to thy woes | B |
Or wake degenerate isle or cease to own | D |
What thy old kings in Gallic camps have done | E |
The spoils they brought thee back the crowns they won | E |
William so Fate requires again is arm'd | F |
Thy father to the field is gone | G |
Again Maria weeps her absent lord | H |
For thy repose content to rule alone | D |
Are thy enervate sons not yet alarm'd | F |
When William fights dare they look tamely on | I |
So slow to get their ancient fame restored | H |
As not to melt at Beauty's tears nor follow Valour's sword | H |
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See the repenting isle awakes | B |
Her vicious chains the generous goddess breaks | B |
The fogs around her temples are dispell'd | J |
Abroad she looks and sees arm'd Belgia stand | K |
Prepared to meet heir common lord's command | K |
Her lions roaring by her side her arrows in her hand | K |
And blushing to have been so long withheld | J |
Weeps off her crime and hastens to the field | L |
Henceforth her youth shall be inured to bear | M |
Hazardous toil and active war | N |
To march beneath the dogstar's raging heat | O |
Patient of summer's drought and martial sweat | P |
And only grieve in winter's camp to find | Q |
Its days too short for labours they design'd | Q |
All night beneath hard heavy arms to watch | R |
All day to mount the trench to storm the breach | S |
And all the rugged paths to tread | T |
Where William and his virtue led | T |
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Silence is the soul of war | N |
Deliberate counsel must prepare | M |
The mighty work which valour must complete | O |
Thus William rescued thus preserves the state | U |
Thus teaches us to think and dare | M |
As whilst his cannon just prepared to breathe | V |
Avenging anger and swift death | W |
In the tried metal the close dangers glow | X |
And now too late the dying foe | X |
Perceives the flame yet cannot ward the blow | X |
So whilst in William's breast ripe counsels lie | A |
Secret and sure as brooding Fate | U |
No more of his design appears | B |
Than what awakens Gallia's fears | B |
And though Guilt's eye can sharply penetrate | U |
Distracted Lewis can descry | M |
Only a long unmeasured ruin nigh | A |
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On Norman coasts and banks of frighted Seine | C |
Lo the impending storms begin | Y |
Britannia's safely through her master's sea | C |
Plows up her victorious way | Z |
The French Salmoneus throws his bolts in vain | A2 |
Whilst the true thunderer asserts the main | A2 |
'Tis done to shelves and rocks his fleets retire | M |
Swift victory in vengeful flames | B |
Burns down the pride of their presumptuous names | B |
They run to shipwreck to avoid our fire | M |
And the torn vessels that regain their coast | B2 |
Are but sad marks to show the rest are lost | C2 |
All this the mild the beauteous Queen has done | E |
And William's softer half shakes Lewis' throne | D |
Maria does the sea command | K |
Whilst Gallia flies her husband's arms by land | K |
So the sun absent with full sway the moon | D2 |
Governs the isles and rules the wave alone | D |
So Juno thunders when her Jove is gone | G |
Io Britannia loose thy ocean's chains | B |
Whilst Russel strikes the blow thy Queen ordains | B |
Thus rescued thus revered for ever stand | K |
And bless the counsel and reward the hand | K |
Io Britannia thy Maria reigns | B |
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From Mary's conquests and the rescued main | A2 |
Let France look forth to Sambre's armed shore | M |
And boast her joy for William's death no more | M |
He lives let France confess the victor lives | B |
Her triumphs for his death were vain | A2 |
And spoke her terror of his life too plain | A2 |
The mighty years begin the days draw nigh | A |
In which | E2 |
that one | E |
of Lewis' many wives | B |
Who by the baleful force of guilty charms | B |
Has long enthrall'd him in her wither'd arms | B |
Shall o'er the plains from distant towers on high | A |
Cast around her mournful eye | A |
And with prophetic sorrow cry | A |
Why does my ruin'd lord retard his flight | F2 |
As well the wolf may venture to engage | G2 |
The angry lion's generous rage | G2 |
The ravenous vulture and the bird of night | F2 |
As safely tempt the stooping eagle's flight | F2 |
As Lewis to unequal arms defy | A |
Yon hero crown'd with blooming victory | C |
Just triumphing o'er rebel rage restrain'd | H2 |
And yet unbreathed from battles gain'd | H2 |
See all yon dusty fields quite cover'd o'er | M |
With hostile troops and Orange at their heart | I2 |
The great designs of labouring Fate | U |
Orange the name that tyrants dread | T |
He comes our ruin'd empire is no more | M |
Down like the Persian goes the Gallic throne | D |
Darius flies young Ammon urges on | I |
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Now from the dubious battle's mingled heat | O |
Let Fear look back and stretch her hasty wing | J2 |
Impatient to secure a base retreat | O |
Let the pale coward leave his wounded king | J2 |
For the vile privilege to breath | W |
To live with shame in dread of glorious death | W |
In vain for Fate has swifter wings than Fear | M |
She follows hard and strikes him in the rear | M |
Dying and mad the traitor bites the ground | K2 |
His back transfix'd with a dishonest wound | K2 |
Whilst through the fiercest troops and thickest press | B |
Virtues carries on success | B |
Whilst equal Heaven guards the distinguish'd brave | L2 |
And armies cannot hurt whom angels save | L2 |
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Virtue to verse immortal lustre gives | B |
Each by the other's mutual friendship lives | B |
AEneas suffer'd and Achilles fought | M2 |
The hero's acts enlarged the poet's thought | M2 |
Or Virgil's majesty and Homer's rage | G2 |
Had ne'er like lasting Nature vanquish'd age | G2 |
Whilst Lewis then his rising terror drowns | B |
With drums' alarms and trumpets' sounds | B |
Whilst hid in arm'd retreats and guarded towns | B |
From danger as from honour far | M |
He bribes close Murder against open War | M |
In vain your Gallic Muses strive | N2 |
With labour'd verse to keep his fame alive | N2 |
Your mouldering monuments in vain you raise | B |
On the weak basis of the tyrant's praise | B |
Your songs are sold your numbers are profane | A2 |
'Tis incense to an idol given | E |
Meat offer'd to Prometheus' man | O2 |
That had no soul from Heaven | E |
Against his will you chain your frighted king | J2 |
On rapid Rhine's divided bed | T |
And mock your her whilst ye sing | J2 |
The wounds for which he never bled | T |
Falsehood does poison on your praise diffuse | B |
And Lewis' fear gives death on Boileau's muse | B |
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On its own worth true majesty is rear'd | P2 |
And Virtue is her own reward | H |
With solid beams and native glory bright | F2 |
She neither darkness dreads nor covets light | F2 |
True to herself and fix'd to in born laws | B |
Nor sunk by spite nor lifted by applause | B |
She from her settled orb looks calmly down | Q2 |
On life or death a prison or a crown | Q2 |
When bound in double chains poor Belgia lay | Z |
To foreign arms and inward strife a prey | Z |
Whilst one good man buoy'd up her sinking state | U |
And Virtue labour'd against Fate | U |
When Fortune basely with Ambition join'd | R2 |
And all was conquer'd but the patriot's mind | Q |
When storms let loose and raging seas | B |
Just ready the torn vessel to o'erwhelm | C |
Forced not the faithful pilot from his helm | C |
Nor all the Siren songs of future peace | B |
And dazzling prospect of a promised crown | Q2 |
Could lure his stubborn virtue down | Q2 |
But against charms and threats and hell he stood | S2 |
To that which was severely good | S2 |
Then had no trophies justified his fame | C |
No poet bless'd his song with Nassau's name | C |
Virtue alone did all that honour bring | J2 |
And Heaven as plainly pointed out the King | J2 |
As when he at the altar stood | S2 |
In all his types and robes of power | M |
Whilst at his feet religious Britain bow'd | T2 |
And own'd him next to what we there adore | M |
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Say joyful Maese and Boyne's victorious flood | U2 |
For each has mix'd his waves with royal blood | U2 |
When William's armies pass'd did he retire | M |
Or view from far the battle's distant fire | M |
Could he believe his person was too dear | M |
Or use his greatness to conceal his fear | M |
Could prayers or sighs the dauntless hero move | V2 |
Arm'd with heaven's justice and his people's love | W2 |
Through the first waves he wing'd his venturous way | Z |
And on the adverse shore arose | B |
Ten thousand flying deaths in vain oppose | B |
Like the great ruler of the day | Z |
With strength and swiftness mounting from the sea | C |
Like him all day he toil'd but long in night | F2 |
The god has eased his wearied light | F2 |
Ere vengeance left the stubborn foes | B |
Or William's labours found repose | B |
When his troops falter'd stept not he between | X2 |
Restored the dubious fight again | Y2 |
Mark'd out the coward that du | Z2 |
Matthew Prior
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