Niobe In Distress For Her Children Slain By Apollo, From Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book Vi. And Fr Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Niobe In Distress For Her Children Slain By Apollo, From Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book Vi. And Fr Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring	A
Of ills innum'rous tuneful goddess sing	A
Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil give	B
And taught'st the painter in his works to live	C
Inspire with glowing energy of thought	D
What Wilson painted and what Ovid wrote	E
Muse lend thy aid nor let me sue in vain	F
Tho' last and meanest of the rhyming train	F
O guide my pen in lofty strains to show	G
The Phrygian queen all beautiful in woe	G
'Twas where Maeonia spreads her wide domain	F
Niobe dwelt and held her potent reign	F
See in her hand the regal sceptre shine	H
The wealthy heir of Tantalus divine	H
He most distinguish'd by Dodonean Jove	C
To approach the tables of the gods above	C
Her grandsire Atlas who with mighty pains	I
Th' ethereal axis on his neck sustains	I
Her other grandsire on the throne on high	C
Rolls the loud pealing thunder thro' the sky	C
Her spouse Amphion who from Jove too springs	J
Divinely taught to sweep the sounding strings	J
Seven sprightly sons the royal bed adorn	K
Seven daughters beauteous as the op'ning morn	K
As when Aurora fills the ravish'd sight	L
And decks the orient realms with rosy light	L
From their bright eyes the living splendors play	M
Nor can beholders bear the flashing ray	M
Wherever Niobe thou turn'st thine eyes	N
New beauties kindle and new joys arise	N
But thou had'st far the happier mother prov'd	O
If this fair offspring had been less belov'd	P
What if their charms exceed Aurora's teint	P
No words could tell them and no pencil paint	P
Thy love too vehement hastens to destroy	Q
Each blooming maid and each celestial boy	Q
Now Manto comes endu'd with mighty skill	R
The past to explore the future to reveal	S
Thro' Thebes' wide streets Tiresia's daughter came	T
Divine Latona's mandate to proclaim	T
The Theban maids to hear the orders ran	U
When thus Maeonia's prophetess began	U
Go Thebans great Latona's will obey	M
And pious tribute at her altars pay	M
With rights divine the goddess be implor'd	P
Nor be her sacred offspring unador'd	P
Thus Manto spoke The Theban maids obey	M
And pious tribute to the goddess pay	M
The rich perfumes ascend in waving spires	V
And altars blaze with consecrated fires	W
The fair assembly moves with graceful air	X
And leaves of laurel bind the flowing hair	X
Niobe comes with all her royal race	Y
With charms unnumber'd and superior grace	Y
Her Phrygian garments of delightful hue	Z
Inwove with gold refulgent to the view	Z
Beyond description beautiful she moves	A2
Like heav'nly Venus 'midst her smiles and loves	B2
She views around the supplicating train	F
And shakes her graceful head with stern disdain	F
Proudly she turns around her lofty eyes	N
And thus reviles celestial deities	C2
What madness drives the Theban ladies fair	X
To give their incense to surrounding air	X
Say why this new sprung deity preferr'd	P
Why vainly fancy your petitions heard	P
Or say why Caeus offspring is obey'd	P
While to my goddesship no tribute's paid	P
For me no altars blaze with living fires	W
No bullock bleeds no frankincense transpires	W
Tho' Cadmus' palace not unknown to fame	T
And Phrygian nations all revere my name	T
Where'er I turn my eyes vast wealth I find	P
Lo here an empress with a goddess join'd	P
What shall a Titaness be deify'd	P
To whom the spacious earth a couch deny'd	P
Nor heav'n nor earth nor sea receiv'd your queen	D2
Till pitying Delos took the wand'rer in	E2
Round me what a large progeny is spread	P
No frowns of fortune has my soul to dread	P
What if indignant she decrease my train	F
More than Latona's number will remain	F
Then hence ye Theban dames hence haste away	M
Nor longer off'rings to Latona pay	M
Regard the orders of Amphion's spouse	F2
And take the leaves of laurel from your brows	G2
Niobe spoke The Theban maids obey'd	P
Their brows unbound and left the rights unpaid	P
The angry goddess heard then silence broke	H2
On Cynthus' summit and indignant spoke	H2
Phoebus behold thy mother in disgrace	Y
Who to no goddess yields the prior place	Y
Except to Juno's self who reigns above	C
The spouse and sister of the thund'ring Jove	C
Niobe sprung from Tantalus inspires	V
Each Theban bosom with rebellious fires	W
No reason her imperious temper quells	W
But all her father in her tongue rebels	W
Wrap her own sons for her blaspheming breath	I2
Apollo wrap them in the shades of death	I2
Latona ceas'd and ardent thus replies	W
The God whose glory decks th' expanded skies	W
Cease thy complaints mine be the task assign'd	P
To punish pride and scourge the rebel mind	P
This Phoebe join'd They wing their instant flight	P
Thebes trembled as th' immortal pow'rs alight	P
With clouds incompass'd glorious Phoebus stands	W
The feather'd vengeance quiv'ring in his hands	W
Near Cadmus' walls a plain extended lay	M
Where Thebes' young princes pass'd in sport the day	M
There the bold coursers bounded o'er the plains	W
While their great masters held the golden reins	W
Ismenus first the racing pastime led	P
And rul'd the fury of his flying steed	P
Ah me he sudden cries with shrieking breath	I2
While in his breast he feels the shaft of death	I2
He drops the bridle on his courser's mane	F
Before his eyes in shadows swims the plain	F
He the first born of great Amphion's bed	P
Was struck the first first mingled with the dead	P
Then didst thou Sipylus the language hear	J2
Of fate portentous whistling in the air	X
As when th' impending storm the sailor sees	W
He spreads his canvas to the fav'ring breeze	W
So to thine horse thou gav'st the golden reins	W
Gav'st him to rush impetuous o'er the plains	W
But ah a fatal shaft from Phoebus' hand	P
Smites thro' thy neck and sinks thee on the sand	P
Two other brothers were at wrestling found	P
And in their pastime claspt each other round	P
A shaft that instant from Apollo's hand	P
Transfixt them both and stretcht them on the sand	P
Together they their cruel fate bemoan'd	P
Together languish'd and together groan'd	P
Together too th' unbodied spirits fled	P
And sought the gloomy mansions of the dead	P
Alphenor saw and trembling at the view	C
Beat his torn breast that chang'd its snowy hue	C
He flies to raise them in a kind embrace	W
A brother's fondness triumphs in his face	W
Alphenor fails in this fraternal deed	P
A dart dispatch'd him so the fates decreed	P
Soon as the arrow left the deadly wound	P
His issuing entrails smoak'd upon the ground	P
What woes on blooming Damasichon wait	P
His sighs portend his near impending fate	P
Just where the well made leg begins to be	K2
And the soft sinews form the supple knee	K2
The youth sore wounded by the Delian god	P
Attempts t' extract the crime avenging rod	P
But whilst he strives the will of fate t' avert	P
Divine Apollo sends a second dart	P
Swift thro' his throat the feather'd mischief flies	W
Bereft of sense he drops his head and dies	W
Young Ilioneus the last directs his pray'r	L2
And cries My life ye gods celestial spare	X
Apollo heard and pity touch'd his heart	P
But ah too late for he had sent the dart	P
Thou too O Ilioneus art doom'd to fall	M2
The fates refuse that arrow to recal	M2
On the swift wings of ever flying Fame	T
To Cadmus' palace soon the tidings came	T
Niobe heard and with indignant eyes	W
She thus express'd her anger and surprise	W
Why is such privilege to them allow'd	P
Why thus insulted by the Delian god	P
Dwells there such mischief in the pow'rs above	C
Why sleeps the vengeance of immortal Jove	C
For now Amphion too with grief oppress'd	P
Had plung'd the deadly dagger in his breast	P
Niobe now less haughty than before	N2
With lofty head directs her steps no more	N2
She who late told her pedigree divine	H
And drove the Thebans from Latona's shrine	H
How strangely chang'd yet beautiful in woe	G
She weeps nor weeps unpity'd by the foe	G
On each pale corse the wretched mother spread	P
Lay overwhelm'd with grief and kiss'd her dead	P
Then rais'd her arms and thus in accents slow	G
Be sated cruel Goddess with my woe	G
If I've offended let these streaming eyes	W
And let this sev'nfold funeral suffice	W
Ah take this wretched life you deign'd to save	C
With them I too am carried to the grave	C
Rejoice triumphant my victorious foe	G
But show the cause from whence your triumphs flow	G
Tho' I unhappy mourn these children slain	F
Yet greater numbers to my lot remain	F
She ceas'd the bow string twang'd with awful sound	P
Which struck with terror all th' assembly round	P
Except the queen who stood unmov'd alone	O2
By her distresses more presumptuous grown	O2
Near the pale corses stood their sisters fair	X
In sable vestures and dishevell'd hair	X
One while she draws the fatal shaft away	M
Faints falls and sickens at the light of day	M
To sooth her mother lo another flies	W
And blames the fury of inclement skies	W
And while her words a filial pity show	G
Struck dumb indignant seeks the shades below	G
Now from the fatal place another flies	W
Falls in her flight and languishes and dies	W
Another on her sister drops in death	I2
A fifth in trembling terrors yields her breath	I2
While the sixth seeks some gloomy cave in vain	F
Struck with the rest and mingled with the slain	F
One only daughter lives and she the least	P
The queen close clasp'd the daughter to her breast	P
Ye heav'nly pow'rs ah spare me one she cry'd	P
Ah spare me one the vocal hills reply'd	P
In vain she begs the Fates her suit deny	C
In her embrace she sees her daughter die	C
The queen of all her family bereft	P
Without or husband son or daughter left	P
Grew stupid at the shock The passing air	X
Made no impression on her stiff'ning hair	X
The blood forsook her face amidst the flood	P
Pour'd from her cheeks quite fix'd her eye balls	W
stood	P
Her tongue her palate both obdurate grew	C
Her curdled veins no longer motion knew	C
The use of neck and arms and feet was gone	P2
And ev'n her bowels hard'ned into stone	O2
A marble statue now the queen appears	W
But from the marble steal the silent tears	W