Georgic 3 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Thee too great Pales will I hymn and theeA
Amphrysian shepherd worthy to be sungB
You woods and waves Lycaean All themes besideC
Which else had charmed the vacant mind with songD
Are now waxed common Of harsh Eurystheus whoE
The story knows not or that praiseless kingF
Busiris and his altars or by whomG
Hath not the tale been told of Hylas youngB
Latonian Delos and HippodameG
And Pelops for his ivory shoulder famedH
Keen charioteer Needs must a path be triedC
By which I too may lift me from the dustI
And float triumphant through the mouths of menJ
Yea I shall be the first so life endureK
To lead the Muses with me as I passL
To mine own country from the Aonian heightM
I Mantua first will bring thee back the palmsN
Of Idumaea and raise a marble shrineO
On thy green plain fast by the water sideC
Where Mincius winds more vast in lazy coilsP
And rims his margent with the tender reedQ
Amid my shrine shall Caesar's godhead dwellR
To him will I as victor bravely dightQ
In Tyrian purple drive along the bankS
A hundred four horse cars All Greece for meG
Leaving Alpheus and Molorchus' groveT
On foot shall strive or with the raw hide gloveU
Whilst I my head with stripped green olive crownedQ
Will offer gifts Even 'tis present joyV
To lead the high processions to the faneW
And view the victims felled or how the sceneX
Sunders with shifted face and Britain's sonsY
Inwoven thereon with those proud curtains riseZ
Of gold and massive ivory on the doorsA2
I'll trace the battle of the GangaridesA2
And our Quirinus' conquering arms and thereB2
Surging with war and hugely flowing the NileC2
And columns heaped on high with naval brassA2
And Asia's vanquished cities I will addQ
And quelled Niphates and the Parthian foeD2
Who trusts in flight and backward volleying dartsA2
And trophies torn with twice triumphant handQ
From empires twain on ocean's either shoreE2
And breathing forms of Parian marble thereB2
Shall stand the offspring of AssaracusA2
And great names of the Jove descended folkF2
And father Tros and Troy's first founder lordQ
Of Cynthus And accursed Envy thereB2
Shall dread the Furies and thy ruthless floodQ
Cocytus and Ixion's twisted snakesA2
And that vast wheel and ever baffling stoneG2
Meanwhile the Dryad haunted woods and lawnsA2
Unsullied seek we 'tis thy hard behestQ
Maecenas Without thee no lofty taskH2
My mind essays Up break the sluggish bondsA2
Of tarriance with loud din Cithaeron callsA2
Steed taming Epidaurus and thy houndsA2
Taygete and hark the assenting grovesA2
With peal on peal reverberate the roarE2
Yet must I gird me to rehearse ere longD
The fiery fights of Caesar speed his nameG
Through ages countless as to Caesar's selfI2
From the first birth dawn of Tithonus oldQ
If eager for the prized Olympian palmG
One breed the horse or bullock strong to ploughJ2
Be his prime care a shapely dam to chooseA2
Of kine grim faced is goodliest with coarse headQ
And burly neck whose hanging dewlaps reachK2
From chin to knee of boundless length her flankS
Large every way she is large footed evenL2
With incurved horns and shaggy ears beneathM2
Nor let mislike me one with spots of whiteQ
Conspicuous or that spurns the yoke whose hornN2
At times hath vice in't liker bull faced sheG
And tall limbed wholly and with tip of tailO2
Brushing her footsteps as she walks alongD
The age for Hymen's rites Lucina's pangsA2
Ere ten years ended after four beginsA2
Their residue of days nor apt to teemG
Nor strong for ploughing Meantime while youth's delightQ
Survives within them loose the males be firstQ
To speed thy herds of cattle to their lovesA2
Breed stock with stock and keep the race suppliedQ
Ah life's best hours are ever first to flyP2
From hapless mortals in their place succeedQ
Disease and dolorous eld till travail soreE2
And death unpitying sweep them from the sceneX
Still will be some whose form thou fain wouldst changeQ2
Renew them still with yearly choice of youngB
Preventing losses lest too late thou rueE
Nor steeds crave less selection but on thoseA2
Thou think'st to rear the promise of their lineO
From earliest youth thy chiefest pains bestowD2
See from the first yon high bred colt afieldQ
His lofty step his limbs' elastic treadQ
Dauntless he leads the herd still first to tryP2
The threatening flood or brave the unknown bridgeR2
By no vain noise affrighted lofty neckedQ
With clean cut head short belly and stout backS2
His sprightly breast exuberant with brawnT2
Chestnut and grey are good the worst hued whiteQ
And sorrel Then lo if arms are clashed afarU2
Bide still he cannot ears stiffen and limbs quakeV2
His nostrils snort and roll out wreaths of fireW2
Dense is his mane that when uplifted fallsA2
On his right shoulder betwixt either loinX2
The spine runs double his earth dinting hoofY2
Rings with the ponderous beat of solid hornN2
Even such a horse was Cyllarus reined and tamedQ
By Pollux of Amyclae such the pairB2
In Grecian song renowned those steeds of MarsA2
And famed Achilles' team in such like formG
Great Saturn's self with mane flung loose on neckZ2
Sped at his wife's approach and flying filledQ
The heights of Pelion with his piercing neighY2
Even him when sore disease or sluggish eldQ
Now saps his strength pen fast at home and spareB2
His not inglorious age A horse grown oldQ
Slow kindling unto love in vain prolongsA2
The fruitless task and to the encounter comeG
As fire in stubble blusters without strengthA3
He rages idly Therefore mark thou firstQ
Their age and mettle other points anonN2
As breed and lineage or what pain was theirsA2
To lose the race what pride the palm to winN2
Seest how the chariots in mad rivalryG
Poured from the barrier grip the course and goD2
When youthful hope is highest and every heartQ
Drained with each wild pulsation How they plyP2
The circling lash and reaching forward letQ
The reins hang free Swift spins the glowing wheelB3
And now they stoop and now erect in airB2
Seem borne through space and towering to the skyP2
No stop no stay the dun sand whirls aloftQ
They reek with foam flakes and pursuing breathC3
So sweet is fame so prized the victor's palmG
'Twas Ericthonius first took heart to yokeF2
Four horses to his car and rode aboveY2
The whirling wheels to victory but the ringF
And bridle reins mounted on horses' backsA2
The Pelethronian Lapithae bequeathedQ
And taught the knight in arms to spurn the groundQ
And arch the upgathered footsteps of his prideQ
Each task alike is arduous and for eachK2
A horse young fiery swift of foot they seekD3
How oft so e'er yon rival may have chasedQ
The flying foe or boast his native plainN2
Epirus or Mycenae's stubborn holdQ
And trace his lineage back to Neptune's birthE3
These points regarded as the time draws nighP2
With instant zeal they lavish all their careB2
To plump with solid fat the chosen chiefY2
And designated husband of the herdQ
And flowery herbs they cut and serve him wellR
With corn and running water that his strengthA3
Not fail him for that labour of delightQ
Nor puny colts betray the feeble sireW2
The herd itself of purpose they reduceA2
To leanness and when love's sweet longing firstQ
Provokes them they forbid the leafy foodQ
And pen them from the springs and oft besideQ
With running shake and tire them in the sunN2
What time the threshing floor groans heavilyG
With pounding of the corn ears and light chaffY2
Is whirled on high to catch the rising westQ
This do they that the soil's prolific powersA2
May not be dulled by surfeiting nor chokeF2
The sluggish furrows but eagerly absorbF3
Their fill of love and deeply entertainN2
To care of sire the mother's care succeedsA2
When great with young they wander nigh their timeG
Let no man suffer them to drag the yokeF2
In heavy wains nor leap across the wayG3
Nor scour the meads nor swim the rushing floodQ
In lonely lawns they feed them by the courseA2
Of brimming streams where moss is and the banksA2
With grass are greenest where are sheltering cavesA2
And far outstretched the rock flung shadow liesA2
Round wooded Silarus and the ilex bowersA2
Of green AlburnusA2

Publius Vergilius Maro



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