Eclogue 3: Menalcas Daemoetas Palaemon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA ABC A DEAFGH AIJK ALM ANOPQR AJSTU A A EVWX AYQZA2 A B2C2AB2UE AD2E2GF2G2AUUB2B2H2I 2UUH2S AUH2H2H2SA AH2J2UAK2 AL2JB2H2 UH2EM2N2UM2 AB2 AA AE AE AH2 AP AH2O2 AUH2 AH2A AP2H2 AGA AQ2A AH2A AF2U AR2B AS2B2 AP2U AL2U ACT2 AH2H AE2H2 AAU2 AB2U ACH2 UH2ES2V2B2MENALCAS | A |
Who owns the flock Damoetas Meliboeus | A |
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DAMOETAS | A |
Nay they are Aegon's sheep of late by him | B |
Committed to my care | C |
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MENALCAS | A |
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O every way | D |
Unhappy sheep unhappy flock while he | E |
Still courts Neaera fearing lest her choice | A |
Should fall on me this hireling shepherd here | F |
Wrings hourly twice their udders from the flock | G |
Filching the life juice from the lambs their milk | H |
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DAMOETAS | A |
Hold not so ready with your jeers at men | I |
We know who once and in what shrine with you | J |
The he goats looked aside the light nymphs laughed | K |
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MENALCAS | A |
Ay then I warrant when they saw me slash | L |
Micon's young vines and trees with spiteful hook | M |
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DAMOETAS | A |
Or here by these old beeches when you broke | N |
The bow and arrows of Damon for you chafed | O |
When first you saw them given to the boy | P |
Cross grained Menalcas ay and had you not | Q |
Done him some mischief would have chafed to death | R |
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MENALCAS | A |
With thieves so daring what can masters do | J |
Did I not see you rogue in ambush lie | S |
For Damon's goat while loud Lycisca barked | T |
And when I cried 'Where is he off to now | U |
Gather your flock together Tityrus ' | - |
You hid behind the sedges | A |
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DAMOETAS | A |
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Well was he | E |
Whom I had conquered still to keep the goat | V |
Which in the piping match my pipe had won | W |
You may not know it but the goat was mine | X |
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MENALCAS | A |
You out pipe him when had you ever pipe | Y |
Wax welded in the cross ways used you not | Q |
On grating straw some miserable tune | Z |
To mangle | A2 |
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DAMOETAS | A |
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Well then shall we try our skill | B2 |
Each against each in turn Lest you be loth | C2 |
I pledge this heifer every day she comes | A |
Twice to the milking pail and feeds withal | B2 |
Two young ones at her udder say you now | U |
What you will stake upon the match with me | E |
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MENALCAS | A |
Naught from the flock I'll venture for at home | D2 |
I have a father and a step dame harsh | E2 |
And twice a day both reckon up the flock | G |
And one withal the kids But I will stake | F2 |
Seeing you are so mad what you yourself | G2 |
Will own more priceless far two beechen cups | A |
By the divine art of Alcimedon | U |
Wrought and embossed whereon a limber vine | U |
Wreathed round them by the graver's facile tool | B2 |
Twines over clustering ivy berries pale | B2 |
Two figures one Conon in the midst he set | H2 |
And one how call you him who with his wand | I2 |
Marked out for all men the whole round of heaven | U |
That they who reap or stoop behind the plough | U |
Might know their several seasons Nor as yet | H2 |
Have I set lip to them but lay them by | S |
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DAMOETAS | A |
For me too wrought the same Alcimedon | U |
A pair of cups and round the handles wreathed | H2 |
Pliant acanthus Orpheus in the midst | H2 |
The forests following in his wake nor yet | H2 |
Have I set lip to them but lay them by | S |
Matched with a heifer who would prate of cups | A |
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MENALCAS | A |
You shall not balk me now where'er you bid | H2 |
I shall be with you only let us have | J2 |
For auditor or see to serve our turn | U |
Yonder Palaemon comes In singing bouts | A |
I'll see you play the challenger no more | K2 |
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DAMOETAS | A |
Out then with what you have I shall not shrink | L2 |
Nor budge for any man only do you | J |
Neighbour Palaemon with your whole heart's skill | B2 |
For it is no slight matter play your part | H2 |
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PALAEMON | U |
Say on then since on the greensward we sit | H2 |
And now is burgeoning both field and tree | E |
Now is the forest green and now the year | M2 |
At fairest Do you first Damoetas sing | N2 |
Then you Menalcas in alternate strain | U |
Alternate strains are to the Muses dear | M2 |
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DAMOETAS | A |
'From Jove the Muse began Jove filleth all | B2 |
Makes the earth fruitful for my songs hath care ' | - |
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MENALCAS | A |
'Me Phoebus loves for Phoebus his own gifts | A |
Bays and sweet blushing hyacinths I keep ' | - |
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DAMOETAS | A |
'Gay Galatea throws an apple at me | E |
Then hies to the willows hoping to be seen ' | - |
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MENALCAS | A |
'My dear Amyntas comes unasked to me | E |
Not Delia to my dogs is better known ' | - |
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DAMOETAS | A |
'Gifts for my love I've found mine eyes have marked | H2 |
Where the wood pigeons build their airy nests ' | - |
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MENALCAS | A |
'Ten golden apples have I sent my boy | P |
All that I could to morrow as many more ' | - |
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DAMOETAS | A |
'What words to me and uttered O how oft | H2 |
Hath Galatea spoke waft some of them | O2 |
Ye winds I pray you for the gods to hear ' | - |
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MENALCAS | A |
'It profiteth me naught Amyntas mine | U |
That in your very heart you spurn me not | H2 |
If while you hunt the boar I guard the nets ' | - |
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DAMOETAS | A |
'Prithee Iollas for my birthday guest | H2 |
Send me your Phyllis when for the young crops | A |
I slay my heifer you yourself shall come ' | - |
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MENALCAS | A |
'I am all hers she wept to see me go | P2 |
And lingering on the word 'farewell' she said | H2 |
'My beautiful Iollas fare you well '' | - |
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DAMOETAS | A |
'Fell as the wolf is to the folded flock | G |
Rain to ripe corn Sirocco to the trees | A |
The wrath of Amaryllis is to me ' | - |
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MENALCAS | A |
'As moisture to the corn to ewes with young | Q2 |
Lithe willow as arbute to the yeanling kids | A |
So sweet Amyntas and none else to me ' | - |
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DAMOETAS | A |
'My Muse although she be but country bred | H2 |
Is loved by Pollio O Pierian Maids | A |
Pray you a heifer for your reader feed ' | - |
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MENALCAS | A |
'Pollio himself too doth new verses make | F2 |
Feed ye a bull now ripe to butt with horn | U |
And scatter with his hooves the flying sand ' | - |
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DAMOETAS | A |
'Who loves thee Pollio may he thither come | R2 |
Where thee he joys beholding ay for him | B |
Let honey flow the thorn bush spices bear ' | - |
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MENALCAS | A |
'Who hates not Bavius let him also love | S2 |
Thy songs O Maevius ay and therewithal | B2 |
Yoke foxes to his car and he goats milk ' | - |
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DAMOETAS | A |
'You picking flowers and strawberries that grow | P2 |
So near the ground fly hence boys get you gone | U |
There's a cold adder lurking in the grass ' | - |
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MENALCAS | A |
'Forbear my sheep to tread too near the brink | L2 |
Yon bank is ill to trust to even now | U |
The ram himself see dries his dripping fleece ' | - |
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DAMOETAS | A |
'Back with the she goats Tityrus grazing there | C |
So near the river I when time shall serve | T2 |
Will take them all and wash them in the pool ' | - |
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MENALCAS | A |
'Boys get your sheep together if the heat | H2 |
As late it did forestall us with the milk | H |
Vainly the dried up udders shall we wring ' | - |
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DAMOETAS | A |
'How lean my bull amid the fattening vetch | E2 |
Alack alack for herdsman and for herd | H2 |
It is the self same love that wastes us both ' | - |
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MENALCAS | A |
'These truly nor is even love the cause | A |
Scarce have the flesh to keep their bones together | U2 |
Some evil eye my lambkins hath bewitched ' | - |
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DAMOETAS | A |
'Say in what clime and you shall be withal | B2 |
My great Apollo the whole breadth of heaven | U |
Opens no wider than three ells to view ' | - |
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MENALCAS | A |
'Say in what country grow such flowers as bear | C |
The names of kings upon their petals writ | H2 |
And you shall have fair Phyllis for your own ' | - |
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PALAEMON | U |
Not mine betwixt such rivals to decide | H2 |
You well deserve the heifer so does he | E |
With all who either fear the sweets of love | S2 |
Or taste its bitterness Now boys shut off | V2 |
The sluices for the fields have drunk their fill | B2 |
Publius Vergilius Maro
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