Metamorphoses: Book The Fifth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEFFGHIIJJKKLM NOPQRRSSTUVVWWSSXXPP YYZZA2A2B2B2C2C2D2D2 E2E2F2F2G2H2UI2J2K2L 2L2M2N2RRO2O2D2D2SSP 2P2DDQ2YR2S2T2T2TU2U V2CUUV2UW2UUX2X2SUY2 UUY2UZ2A3A3B3B3C3C3D DX2X2UUR2R2UUD3E3B3B 3C3C3WHILE Perseus entertain'd with this report | A |
His father Cepheus and the list'ning court | A |
Within the palace walls was heard aloud | B |
The roaring noise of some unruly crowd | B |
Not like the songs which chearful friends prepare | C |
For nuptial days but sounds that threaten'd war | D |
And all the pleasures of this happy feast | E |
To tumult turn'd in wild disorder ceas'd | E |
So when the sea is calm we often find | F |
A storm rais'd sudden by some furious wind | F |
The Story of Chief in the riot Phineus first appear'd | G |
Perseus The rash ringleader of this boist'rous herd | H |
continu'd And brandishing his brazen pointed lance | I |
Behold he said an injur'd man advance | I |
Stung with resentment for his ravish'd wife | J |
Nor shall thy wings o Perseus save thy life | J |
Nor Jove himself tho' we've been often told | K |
Who got thee in the form of tempting gold | K |
His lance was aim'd when Cepheus ran and said | L |
Hold brother hold what brutal rage has made | M |
Your frantick mind so black a crime conceive | N |
Are these the thanks that you to Perseus give | O |
This the reward that to his worth you pay | P |
Whose timely valour sav'd Andromeda | Q |
Nor was it he if you would reason right | R |
That forc'd her from you but the jealous spight | R |
Of envious Nereids and Jove's high decree | S |
And that devouring monster of the sea | S |
That ready with his jaws wide gaping stood | T |
To eat my child the fairest of my blood | U |
You lost her then when she seem'd past relief | V |
And wish'd perhaps her death to ease your grief | V |
With my afflictions not content to view | W |
Andromeda in chains unhelp'd by you | W |
Her spouse and uncle will you grieve that he | S |
Expos'd his life the dying maid to free | S |
And shall you claim his merit Had you thought | X |
Her charms so great you shou'd have bravely sought | X |
That blessing on the rocks where fix'd she lay | P |
But now let Perseus bear his prize away | P |
By service gain'd by promis'd faith possess'd | Y |
To him I owe it that my age is bless'd | Y |
Still with a child Nor think that I prefer | Z |
Perseus to thee but to the loss of her | Z |
Phineus on him and Perseus roul'd about | A2 |
His eyes in silent rage and seem'd to doubt | A2 |
Which to destroy 'till resolute at length | B2 |
He threw his spear with the redoubled strength | B2 |
His fury gave him and at Perseus struck | C2 |
But missing Perseus in his seat it stuck | C2 |
Who springing nimbly up return'd the dart | D2 |
And almost plung'd it in his rival's heart | D2 |
But he for safety to the altar ran | E2 |
Unfit protection for so vile a man | E2 |
Yet was the stroke not vain as Rhaetus found | F2 |
Who in his brow receiv'd a mortal wound | F2 |
Headlong he tumbled when his skull was broke | G2 |
From which his friends the fatal weapon took | H2 |
While he lay trembling and his gushing blood | U |
In crimson streams around the table flow'd | I2 |
But this provok'd th' unruly rabble worse | J2 |
They flung their darts and some in loud discourse | K2 |
To death young Perseus and the monarch doom | L2 |
But Cepheus left before the guilty room | L2 |
With grief appealing to the Gods above | M2 |
Who laws of hospitality approve | N2 |
Who faith protect and succour injur'd right | R |
That he was guiltless of this barb'rous fight | R |
Pallas her brother Perseus close attends | O2 |
And with her ample shield from harm defends | O2 |
Raising a sprightly courage in his heart | D2 |
But Indian Athis took the weaker part | D2 |
Born in the chrystal grottoes of the sea | S |
Limnate's son a fenny nymph and she | S |
Daughter of Ganges graceful was his mein | P2 |
His person lovely and his age sixteen | P2 |
His habit made his native beauty more | D |
A purple mantle fring'd with gold he wore | D |
His neck well turn'd with golden chains was grac'd | Q2 |
His hair with myrrh perfum'd was nicely dress'd | Y |
Tho' with just aim he cou'd the javelin throw | R2 |
Yet with more skill he drew the bending bow | S2 |
And now was drawing it with artful hand | T2 |
When Perseus snatching up a flaming brand | T2 |
Whirl'd sudden at his face the burning wood | T |
Crush'd his eyes in and quench'd the fire with | U2 |
blood | U |
Thro' the soft skin the splinter'd bones appear | V2 |
And spoil'd the face that lately was so fair | C |
When Lycabas his Athis thus beheld | U |
How was his heart with friendly horror fill'd | U |
A youth so noble to his soul so dear | V2 |
To see his shapeless look his dying groans to | U |
hear | W2 |
He snatch'd the bow the boy was us'd to bend | U |
And cry'd With me false traytor dare contend | U |
Boast not a conquest o'er a child but try | X2 |
Thy strength with me who all thy pow'rs defy | X2 |
Nor think so mean an act a victory | S |
While yet he spoke he flung the whizzing dart | U |
Which pierc'd the plaited robe but miss'd his | Y2 |
heart | U |
Perseus defy'd upon him fiercely press'd | U |
With sword unsheath'd and plung'd it in his | Y2 |
breast | U |
His eyes o'erwhelm'd with night he stumbling | Z2 |
falls | A3 |
And with his latest breath on Athis calls | A3 |
Pleas'd that so near the lovely youth he lies | B3 |
He sinks his head upon his friend and dies | B3 |
Next eager Phorbas old Methion's son | C3 |
Came rushing forward with Amphimedon | C3 |
When the smooth pavement slippery made with gore | D |
Trip'd up their feet and flung 'em on the floor | D |
The sword of Perseus who by chance was nigh | X2 |
Prevents their rise and where they fall they lye | X2 |
Full in his ribs Amphimedon he smote | U |
And then stuck fiery Phorbas in the throat | U |
Eurythus lifting up his ax the blow | R2 |
Was thus prevented by his nimble foe | R2 |
A golden cup he seizes high embost | U |
And at his head the massy goblet tost | U |
It hits and from his forehead bruis'd rebounds | D3 |
And blood and brains he vomits from his wounds | E3 |
With his slain fellows on the floor he lies | B3 |
And death for ever shuts his swimming eyes | B3 |
Then Polydaemon fell a Goddess born | C3 |
Phlegias and Elycen with locks unshorn | C3 |
Ovid
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