Eclogue 5: Menalcas Mopsus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACD AEFAGH AAI A JA A KHAKA AHAHL AAHIM AAAANHOHPQRSTRUVWRXY HZHAAA2OAB2A AUAC2YD2E2F2HG2H A H2XI2H AAHAJ2D2K2AAAHHQL2RI 2HM2HN2QHZAHAAQAHO2A P2 ANF2Q2A AR2HH A HHHAN| MENALCAS | A |
| Why Mopsus being both together met | B |
| You skilled to breathe upon the slender reeds | A |
| I to sing ditties do we not sit down | C |
| Here where the elm trees and the hazels blend | D |
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| MOPSUS | A |
| You are the elder 'tis for me to bide | E |
| Your choice Menalcas whether now we seek | F |
| Yon shade that quivers to the changeful breeze | A |
| Or the cave's shelter Look you how the cave | G |
| Is with the wild vine's clusters over laced | H |
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| MENALCAS | A |
| None but Amyntas on these hills of ours | A |
| Can vie with you | I |
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| MOPSUS | A |
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| What if he also strive | J |
| To out sing Phoebus | A |
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| MENALCAS | A |
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| Do you first begin | K |
| Good Mopsus whether minded to sing aught | H |
| Of Phyllis and her loves or Alcon's praise | A |
| Or to fling taunts at Codrus Come begin | K |
| While Tityrus watches o'er the grazing kids | A |
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| MOPSUS | A |
| Nay then I will essay what late I carved | H |
| On a green beech tree's rind playing by turns | A |
| And marking down the notes then afterward | H |
| Bid you Amyntas match them if he can | L |
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| MENALCAS | A |
| As limber willow to pale olive yields | A |
| As lowly Celtic nard to rose buds bright | H |
| So to my mind Amyntas yields to you | I |
| But hold awhile for to the cave we come | M |
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| MOPSUS | A |
| 'For Daphnis cruelly slain wept all the Nymphs | A |
| Ye hazels bear them witness and ye streams | A |
| When she his mother clasping in her arms | A |
| The hapless body of the son she bare | N |
| To gods and stars unpitying poured her plaint | H |
| Then Daphnis to the cooling streams were none | O |
| That drove the pastured oxen then no beast | H |
| Drank of the river or would the grass blade touch | P |
| Nay the wild rocks and woods then voiced the roar | Q |
| Of Afric lions mourning for thy death | R |
| Daphnis 'twas thou bad'st yoke to Bacchus' car | S |
| Armenian tigresses lead on the pomp | T |
| Of revellers and with tender foliage wreathe | R |
| The bending spear wands As to trees the vine | U |
| Is crown of glory as to vines the grape | V |
| Bulls to the herd to fruitful fields the corn | W |
| So the one glory of thine own art thou | R |
| When the Fates took thee hence then Pales' self | X |
| And even Apollo left the country lone | Y |
| Where the plump barley grain so oft we sowed | H |
| There but wild oats and barren darnel spring | Z |
| For tender violet and narcissus bright | H |
| Thistle and prickly thorn uprear their heads | A |
| Now O ye shepherds strew the ground with leaves | A |
| And o'er the fountains draw a shady veil | A2 |
| So Daphnis to his memory bids be done | O |
| And rear a tomb and write thereon this verse | A |
| 'I Daphnis in the woods from hence in fame | B2 |
| Am to the stars exalted guardian once | A |
| Of a fair flock myself more fair than they '' | - |
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| MENALCAS | A |
| So is thy song to me poet divine | U |
| As slumber on the grass to weary limbs | A |
| Or to slake thirst from some sweet bubbling rill | C2 |
| In summer's heat Nor on the reeds alone | Y |
| But with thy voice art thou thrice happy boy | D2 |
| Ranked with thy master second but to him | E2 |
| Yet will I too in turn as best I may | F2 |
| Sing thee a song and to the stars uplift | H |
| Thy Daphnis Daphnis to the stars extol | G2 |
| For me too Daphnis loved | H |
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| MOPSUS | A |
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| Than such a boon | H2 |
| What dearer could I deem the boy himself | X |
| Was worthy to be sung and many a time | I2 |
| Hath Stimichon to me your singing praised | H |
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| MENALCAS | A |
| 'In dazzling sheen with unaccustomed eyes | A |
| Daphnis stands rapt before Olympus' gate | H |
| And sees beneath his feet the clouds and stars | A |
| Wherefore the woods and fields Pan shepherd folk | J2 |
| And Dryad maidens thrill with eager joy | D2 |
| Nor wolf with treacherous wile assails the flock | K2 |
| Nor nets the stag kind Daphnis loveth peace | A |
| The unshorn mountains to the stars up toss | A |
| Voices of gladness ay the very rocks | A |
| The very thickets shout and sing 'A god | H |
| A god is he Menalcas 'Be thou kind | H |
| Propitious to thine own Lo altars four | Q |
| Twain to thee Daphnis and to Phoebus twain | L2 |
| For sacrifice we build and I for thee | R |
| Two beakers yearly of fresh milk afoam | I2 |
| And of rich olive oil two bowls will set | H |
| And of the wine god's bounty above all | M2 |
| If cold before the hearth or in the shade | H |
| At harvest time to glad the festal hour | N2 |
| From flasks of Ariusian grape will pour | Q |
| Sweet nectar Therewithal at my behest | H |
| Shall Lyctian Aegon and Damoetas sing | Z |
| And Alphesiboeus emulate in dance | A |
| The dancing Satyrs This thy service due | H |
| Shalt thou lack never both when we pay the Nymphs | A |
| Our yearly vows and when with lustral rites | A |
| The fields we hallow Long as the wild boar | Q |
| Shall love the mountain heights and fish the streams | A |
| While bees on thyme and crickets feed on dew | H |
| Thy name thy praise thine honour shall endure | O2 |
| Even as to Bacchus and to Ceres so | A |
| To thee the swain his yearly vows shall make | P2 |
| And thou thereof like them shalt quittance claim ' | - |
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| MOPSUS | A |
| How how repay thee for a song so rare | N |
| For not the whispering south wind on its way | F2 |
| So much delights me nor wave smitten beach | Q2 |
| Nor streams that race adown their bouldered beds | A |
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| MENALCAS | A |
| First this frail hemlock stalk to you I give | R2 |
| Which taught me 'Corydon with love was fired | H |
| For fair Alexis ' ay and this beside | H |
| 'Who owns the flock Meliboeus ' | - |
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| MOPSUS | A |
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| But take you | H |
| This shepherd's crook which howso hard he begged | H |
| Antigenes then worthy to be loved | H |
| Prevailed not to obtain with brass you see | A |
| And equal knots Menalcas fashioned fair | N |
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