Thebais - Book One - Part V Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The king once more the solemn rites requires	A
And bids renew the feasts and wake the fires	A
his train obey while all the courts around	B
With noisy care and various tumult sound	B
Embroidered purple clothes the golden beds	C
This slave the floor and that the table spreads	C
A third dispels the darkness of the night	D
And fills depending lamps with beams of light	D
Here loaves in canisters are piled on high	E
And there in flames the slaughtered victims fry	E
Sublime in regal state Adrastus shone	F
Stretched on rich carpets on his iv ry throne	F
A lofty couch rcceives each princely guest	G
Around at awful distance wait the rest	G
And now the king his royal feast to grace	H
Acestis calls the guardian of his race	H
Who first their youth in arts of virtue trained	I
And their ripe years in modest grace maintained	I
Then softly whispered in her faithful ear	J
And bade his daughters at the rites appear	K
When from the close apartments of the night	D
The royal nymphs approach divinely bright	D
Such was Diana s such Minerva s face	H
Nor shine their beauties with superior grace	H
But that in these a milder charm endears	H
And less of terror in their looks appears	H
As on the heroes first they cast their eyes	H
O er their fair cheeks the glowing blushes rise	H
Their downcast looks a decent shame confessed	G
Then on their father s rev rend features rest	G
The banquet done the monarch gives the sign	L
To fill the goblet high with sparkling wine	L
Which Danaus used in sacred rites of old	M
With sculpture graced and rough with rising gold	M
Here to the clouds victorious Persons flies	H
Medusa seems to move her languid eyes	H
And ev n in gold turns paler as she dies	H
There from the chace Jove s tow ring eagle bears	H
On golden wings the Phrygian to the stars	H
Still as he rises in th ethereal height	D
His native mountains lessen to his sight	D
While all his sad companious upward gaze	H
Fixed on the glorious scene in wild amaze	H
And the swift hounds affrighted as he flies	H
Run to the shade and bark against the skies	H
This golden bowl with gen rous juice was crowned	B
The first libations sprinkled on the ground	B
By turns on each celestial pow r they call	N
With Ph bus name resounds the vaulted hail	O
The courtly train the strangers and the rest	G
Crowned with chaste laurel and with garlands dressed	G
While with rich gums the fuming altars blaze	H
Salute the god in num rous hymns of praise	H
Then thus the king Perhaps my noble guests	H
These honoured altars end these annual feasts	H
To bright Apollo s awful name designed	P
Unknown with wonder may perplex your mind	P
Great was the cause our old solemnities	H
From no blind zeal or fond tradition rise	H
But saved from death our Argives yearly pay	Q
These grateful honours to the god of day	Q
When by a thousand darts the Python slain	R
With orbs unrolled lay cov ring all the plain	R
Transfixed as o er Castalia s streams he hung	S
And sucked new poisons with his triple tongue	S
To Argos realms the victor god resorts	H
And enters old Crotopus humble courts	H
This rural prince one only daughter blest	G
That all the charms of blooming youth possessed	G
Fair was her face and spotless was her mind	P
Where filial love with virgin sweetness joined	T
Happy and happy still she might have proved	U
Were she less beautiful or less beloved	V
But Ph bus loved and on the flow ry side	W
Of Nemea s stream the yielding fair enjoyed	X
Now ere ten moons their orb with light adorn	Y
Th illustrious offspring of the god was born	Y
The nymph her father s anger to evade	Z
Retires from Argos to the sylvan shade	Z
To woods and wilds the pleasing burden bears	H
And trusts her infant to a shepherd s cares	H
How mean a fate unhappy child is thine	L
Ah how unworthy those of race divine	L
On flow ry herbs in some green covert laid	Z
His bed the ground his canopy the shade	Z
He mixes with the bleating lambs his cries	H
While the rude swain his rural music tries	H
To call soft slumbers on his infant eyes	H
Yet ev n in those obscure abodes to live	A2
Was more alas than cruel fate would give	B2
For on the grassy verdure as he lay	Q
And breathed the freshness of the early day	Q
Devouring dogs the helpless infant tore	C2
Fed on his trembling limbs and lapped the gore	C2
Th astonished mother when the rumour came	D2
Forgets her father and neglects her fame	D2
With loud complaints she fills the yielding air	E2
And beats her breast and rends her flowing hair	E2
Then wild with anguish to her sire she flies	H
Demands the sentence and contented dies	H
But touched with sorrow for the dead too late	F2
The raging god prepares t avenge her fate	F2
He sends a monster horrible and fell	G2
Begot by furies in the depths of hell	G2
On me on me let all thy fury fall	N
Nor err from me since I deserve it all	N
Unless our desert cities please thy sight	D
Or fun ral flames reflect a grateful light	D
Discharge thy shafts this ready bosom rend	D
And to the shades a ghost triumphant send	D
But for my country let my fate atone	F
Be mine the vengeance as the crime my own	F
Merit distressed impartial heav n relieves	H
Unwelcome life relenting Ph bus gives	H
For not the vengeful pow r that glowed with rage	H2
With such amazing virtue durst engage	H2
The clouds dispersed Apollo s wrath expired	D
And from the wond ring god th unwilling youth retired	D
Thence we these altars in his temple raise	H
And offer annual honours feasts and praise	H
These solemn feasts propitious Ph bus please	H
These honours still renewed his ancient wrath appease	H
But say illustrious guest adjoined the king	I2
What name you bear from what high race you spring	I2
The noble Tydeus stands confessed and known	F
Our neighbour prince and heir of Calydon	F
Relate your fortunes while the friendly night	D
And silent hours to various talk invite	D
The Theban bends on earth his gloomy eyes	H
Confused and sadly thus at length replies	H
Before these altars how shall I proclaim	D2
O gen rous prince my nation or my name	D2
Or through what ancient veins our blood has rolled	D
Let the sad tale for ever rest untold	D
Yet if propitious to a wretch unknown	F
You seek to share in sorrows not your own	F
Know then from Cadmus I derive my race	H
Jocasta s son and Thebes my native place	H
To whom the king who felt his gen rous breast	D
Touched with concern for his unhappy guest	D
Replies Ah why forbears the son to name	D2
His wretched father known too well by fame	D2
Fame that delights around the world to stray	Q
Scorns not to take our Argos in her way	Q
Ev n those who dwell where sans at distance roll	J2
In northern wilds and freeze beneath the pole	J2
And those who tread the burning Lybian lands	H
The faithless Syrtes and the moving sands	H
Who view the western sea s extremest bounds	H
Or drink of Ganges in their eastern grounds	H
All these the woes of dipus have known	F
Your fates your furies and your haunted town	F
If on the sons the parents crimes descend	D
What prince from those his lineage can defend	D
Be this thy comfort that tis thine t efface	H
With virtuous acts thy ancestor s disgrace	H
And be thyself the honour of thy race	H
But see the stars begin to steal away	Q
And shine more faintly at approaching day	Q
Now pour the wine and in your tuneful lays	H
Once more resound the great Apollo s praise	H
O father Ph bus whether Lycia s coast	D
And snowy mountain thy bright presence boast	D
Whether to Swee	Q

Pablius Papinius Statius

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