Metamorphoses: Book The Thirteenth Poem Rhyme Scheme

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THE chiefs were set the soldiers crown'd the	A
field	B
To these the master of the seven fold shield	B
Upstarted fierce and kindled with disdain	C
Eager to speak unable to contain	C
His boiling rage he rowl'd his eyes around	D
The shore and Graecian gallies hall'd a ground	D
The Then stretching out his hands O Jove he cry'd	D
Speeches of Must then our cause before the fleet be try'd	D
Ajax and And dares Ulysses for the prize contend	D
Ulysses In sight of what he durst not once defend	D
But basely fled that memorable day	D
When I from Hector's hands redeem'd the flaming	E
prey	D
So much 'tis safer at the noisie bar	F
With words to flourish than ingage in war	G
By diff'rent methods we maintain our right	D
Nor am I made to talk nor he to fight	D
In bloody fields I labour to be great	D
His arms are a smooth tongue and soft deceit	D
Nor need I speak my deeds for those you see	H
The sun and day are witnesses for me	H
Let him who fights unseen relate his own	I
And vouch the silent stars and conscious moon	J
Great is the prize demanded I confess	K
But such an abject rival makes it less	K
That gift those honours he but hop'd to gain	C
Can leave no room for Ajax to be vain	C
Losing he wins because his name will be	H
Ennobled by defeat who durst contend with me	H
Were my known valour question'd yet my blood	D
Without that plea wou'd make my title good	D
My sire was Telamon whose arms employ'd	D
With Hercules these Trojan walls destroy'd	D
And who before with Jason sent from Greece	L
In the first ship brought home the golden fleece	L
Great Telamon from Aeacus derives	M
His birth th' inquisitor of guilty lives	N
In shades below where Sisyphus whose son	O
This thief is thought rouls up the restless heavy	H
stone	I
Just Aeacus the king of Gods above	P
Begot thus Ajax is the third from Jove	P
Nor shou'd I seek advantage from my line	Q
Unless Achilles it was mix'd with thine	Q
As next of kin Achilles' arms I claim	R
This fellow wou'd ingraft a foreign name	R
Upon our stock and the Sisyphian seed	D
By fraud and theft asserts his father's breed	D
Then must I lose these arms because I came	R
To fight uncall'd a voluntary name	R
Nor shunn'd the cause but offer'd you my aid	D
While he long lurking was to war betray'd	D
Forc'd to the field he came but in the reer	G
And feign'd distraction to conceal his fear	G
'Till one more cunning caught him in the snare	G
Ill for himself and dragg'd him into war	G
Now let a hero's arms a coward vest	D
And he who shunn'd all honours gain the best	D
And let me stand excluded from my right	D
Robb'd of my kinsman's arms who first appear'd in	S
fight	D
Better for us at home had he remain'd	D
Had it been true the madness which he feign'd	D
Or so believ'd the less had been our shame	R
The less his counsell'd crime which brands the	A
Grecian name	R
Nor Philoctetes had been left inclos'd	D
In a bare isle to wants and pains expos'd	D
Where to the rocks with solitary groans	T
His suff'rings and our baseness he bemoans	T
And wishes so may Heav'n his wish fulfill	U
The due reward to him who caus'd his ill	U
Now he with us to Troy's destruction sworn	V
Our brother of the war by whom are born	V
Alcides' arrows pent in narrow bounds	W
With cold and hunger pinch'd and pain'd with	X
wounds	Y
To find him food and cloathing must employ	Z
Against the birds the shafts due to the fate of	P
Troy	Z
Yet still he lives and lives from treason free	G
Because he left Ulysses' company	G
Poor Palamede might wish so void of aid	D
Rather to have been left than so to death	A2
betray'd	D
The coward bore the man immortal spight	D
Who sham'd him out of madness into fight	D
Nor daring otherwise to vent his hate	D
Accus'd him first of treason to the state	D
And then for proof produc'd the golden store	G
Himself had hidden in his tent before	G
Thus of two champions he depriv'd our host	D
By exile one and one by treason lost	D
Thus fights Ulysses thus his fame extends	B2
A formidable man but to his friends	B2
Great for what greatness is in words and sound	D
Ev'n faithful Nestor less in both is found	D
But that he might without a rival reign	C
He left this faithful Nestor on the plain	C
Forsook his friend ev'n at his utmost need	D
Who tir'd and tardy with his wounded steed	D
Cry'd out for aid and call'd him by his name	R
But cowardice has neither ears nor shame	R
Thus fled the good old man bereft of aid	D
And for as much as lay in him betray'd	D
That this is not a fable forg'd by me	G
Like one of his an Ulyssean lie	C2
I vouch ev'n Diomede who tho' his friend	D
Cannot that act excuse much less defend	D
He call'd him back aloud and tax'd his fear	G
And sure enough he heard but durst not hear	G
The Gods with equal eyes on mortal look	D2
He justly was forsaken who forsook	D2
Wanted that succour he refus'd to lend	D
Found ev'ry fellow such another friend	D
No wonder if he roar'd that all might hear	G
His elocution was increas'd by fear	G
I heard I ran I found him out of breath	A2
Pale trembling and half dead with fear of death	A2
Though he had judg'd himself by his own laws	E2
And stood condemn'd I help'd the common cause	F2
With my broad buckler hid him from the foe	P
Ev'n the shield trembled as he lay below	P
And from impending Fate the coward freed	D
Good Heav'n forgive me for so bad a deed	D
If still he will persist and urge the strife	P
First let him give me back his forfeit life	P
Let him return to that opprobrious field	D
Again creep under my protecting shield	D
Let him lie wounded let the foe be near	G

Ovid

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