The First Hymn Of Callimachus. To Jupiter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOLPQRS CMTPULVWCXPYTCDXLZA2 B2PLMC2LPD2PE2F2PG2H 2PE2B2PXPPI2XF2E2E2L J2E2E2WLI2XXK2L2PB2L PE2E2F2LM2LLF2H2E2CN 2E2O2H2LPLF2E2PF2XXN 2E2H2LXCLP2E2LPE2While we to Jove select the holy victim | A |
Whom apter shall we sing than Jove himself | B |
The god for ever great for ever king | C |
Who slew the earthborn race and measures right | D |
To heaven's great 'habitants Dictaean hear'st thou | E |
More joyful or Lycaean long dispute | F |
And various thought has traced On Ida's mount | G |
Or Dictae studious of his country's praise | H |
The Cretan boasts thy natal place but oft | I |
He meets reproof deserved for he presumptuous | J |
Has built a tomb for thee who never know'st | K |
To die but liv'st the same to day and ever | L |
Arcadian therefore be thy birth great Rhea | M |
Pregnant to high Parrhasia's cliffs retired | N |
And wild Lycaeus black with shading pines | O |
Holy retreat sithence no female hither | L |
Conscious of social love and Nature's rites | P |
Must dare approach from the inferior reptile | Q |
To woman form divine There the bless'd parent | R |
Ungirt her spacious bosom and discharged | S |
The ponderous birth she sought a neighbouring spring | C |
To wash the recent babe in vain Arcadia | M |
However streamy now adust and dry | T |
Denied the goddess water where deep Melas | P |
And rocky Cratis flow the chariot smoked | U |
Obscure with rising dust the thirsty traveller | L |
In vain required the current then imprison'd | V |
In subterranean caverns forests grew | W |
Upon the barren hollows high o'ershading | C |
The haunts of savage beasts where now Iaon | X |
And Erimanth incline their friendly urns | P |
Thou too O Earth great Rhea said bring forth | Y |
And short shall be thy pangs She said and high | T |
She rear'd her arm and with her sceptre struck | C |
The yawning cliff from its disparted height | D |
Adown the mount the gushing torrent ran | X |
And cheer'd the valleys there the heavenly mother | L |
Bathed mighty King thy tender limbs she wrapp'd them | Z |
In purple bands she gave the precious pledge | A2 |
To prudent Neda charging her to guard thee | B2 |
Careful and secret Neda of the nymphs | P |
That tended the great birth next Philyre | L |
And Styx the eldest Smiling she received the | M |
And conscious of the grace absolved her trust | C2 |
Not unrewarded since the river bore | L |
The favourite virgin's name fair Neda rolls | P |
By Lepricon's ancient walls a fruitful stream | D2 |
Fast by her flowery bank the sons of Arcas | P |
Favourites of Heaven with happy care protect | E2 |
Their fleecy charge and joyous drink her wave | F2 |
Thee god to Gnossus Neda brought the Nymphs | P |
And Corybantes thee their sacred charge | G2 |
Received Adraste rock'd thy golden cradle | H2 |
The Goat now bright amidst her fellow stars | P |
Kind Amalthea reach'd her teat distent | E2 |
With milk thy early food the sedulous bee | B2 |
Distill'd her honey on thy purple lips | P |
Around the fierce Curetes order solemn | X |
To thy foreknowing mother trod tumultuous | P |
Their mystic dance and clang'd their sounding arms | P |
Industrious with the warlike din to quell | I2 |
Thy infant cries and mock the ear of Saturn | X |
Swift growth and wondrous grace O heavenly Jove | F2 |
Waited thy blooming years inventive wit | E2 |
And perfect judgment crown'd thy youthful act | E2 |
That Saturn's sons received the threefold empire | L |
Of heaven of ocean and deep hell beneath | J2 |
As the dark urn and chance of lot determined | E2 |
Old poets mention fabling Things of moment | E2 |
Well nigh equivalent and neighbouring value | W |
By lot are parted but high heaven thy share | L |
In equal balance laid 'gainst sea or hell | I2 |
Flings up the adverse scale and shuns proportion | X |
Wherefore not Chance but power above thy brethren | X |
Exalted thee their king When thy great will | K2 |
Commands thy chariot forth impetuous strength | L2 |
And fiery swiftness wing the rapid wheels | P |
Incessant high the eagle flies before thee | B2 |
And oh as I and mine consult thy augur | L |
Grant the glad omen let thy favourite rise | P |
Propitious ever soaring from the right | E2 |
Thou to the lesser gods hast well assign'd | E2 |
Their proper shares of power thy own great Jove | F2 |
Boundless and universal Those who labour | L |
The sweaty forge who edge the crooked scythe | M2 |
Bend stubborn steel and harden gleaming armour | L |
Acknowledge Vulcan's aid The early hunter | L |
Blesses Diana's hand who leads him safe | F2 |
O'er hanging cliffs who spreads his net successful | H2 |
And guides the arrow through the panther's heart | E2 |
The soldier from successful camps returning | C |
With laurel wreath'd and rich with hostile spoil | N2 |
Severs the bull to Mars The skilful bard | E2 |
Striking the Thracian harp invokes Apollo | O2 |
To make his hero and himself immortal | H2 |
Those mighty Jove meantime thy glorious care | L |
Who model nations publish laws announce | P |
Or life or death and found or change the empire | L |
Man owns the power of kings and kings of Jove | F2 |
And as their actions tend subordinate | E2 |
To what thy will designs thou gav'st the means | P |
Proportion'd to the work these only have | F2 |
To speak and be obey'd to those are given | X |
To some whole months revolving years to some | X |
Others ill fated are condemn'd to toil | N2 |
Their tedious life and mourn their purpose blasted | E2 |
With fruitless act and impotence of counsel | H2 |
Hail greatest son of Saturn wise disposer | L |
Of every good thy praise what man yet born | X |
Has sung or who that may be born shall sing | C |
Again and often hail indulge our prayer | L |
Great Father grant us virtue grant us wealth | P2 |
For without virtue wealth to man avails not | E2 |
And virtue without wealth exerts less power | L |
And less diffuses good Then grant us Gracious | P |
Virtue and wealth for both are of thy gift | E2 |
Matthew Prior
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