Georgic 3 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGBGHCIJKLMNOCP QRQSGTUQVWXYZA2A2B2C 2A2QD2A2QE2B2A2F2QB2 QA2G2A2QH2A2A2A2A2E2 DGI2QGJ2A2QK2SL2M2QN 2GO2DA2A2GQQA2QP2QE2 XQ2BEA2OD2QQP2R2QS2T 2QU2V2W2A2X2Y2N2QB2A 2GZ2QY2QB2QA2GA3QN2A 2N2GD2QP2QB3B2P2QC3G F2Y2FA2QQQK2D3QN2QE3 P2B2Y2QRA3QW2A2QQQN2 GY2QA2F2F3N2A2GF2G3Q A2A2A2A2A2A2| Thee too great Pales will I hymn and thee | A |
| Amphrysian shepherd worthy to be sung | B |
| You woods and waves Lycaean All themes beside | C |
| Which else had charmed the vacant mind with song | D |
| Are now waxed common Of harsh Eurystheus who | E |
| The story knows not or that praiseless king | F |
| Busiris and his altars or by whom | G |
| Hath not the tale been told of Hylas young | B |
| Latonian Delos and Hippodame | G |
| And Pelops for his ivory shoulder famed | H |
| Keen charioteer Needs must a path be tried | C |
| By which I too may lift me from the dust | I |
| And float triumphant through the mouths of men | J |
| Yea I shall be the first so life endure | K |
| To lead the Muses with me as I pass | L |
| To mine own country from the Aonian height | M |
| I Mantua first will bring thee back the palms | N |
| Of Idumaea and raise a marble shrine | O |
| On thy green plain fast by the water side | C |
| Where Mincius winds more vast in lazy coils | P |
| And rims his margent with the tender reed | Q |
| Amid my shrine shall Caesar's godhead dwell | R |
| To him will I as victor bravely dight | Q |
| In Tyrian purple drive along the bank | S |
| A hundred four horse cars All Greece for me | G |
| Leaving Alpheus and Molorchus' grove | T |
| On foot shall strive or with the raw hide glove | U |
| Whilst I my head with stripped green olive crowned | Q |
| Will offer gifts Even 'tis present joy | V |
| To lead the high processions to the fane | W |
| And view the victims felled or how the scene | X |
| Sunders with shifted face and Britain's sons | Y |
| Inwoven thereon with those proud curtains rise | Z |
| Of gold and massive ivory on the doors | A2 |
| I'll trace the battle of the Gangarides | A2 |
| And our Quirinus' conquering arms and there | B2 |
| Surging with war and hugely flowing the Nile | C2 |
| And columns heaped on high with naval brass | A2 |
| And Asia's vanquished cities I will add | Q |
| And quelled Niphates and the Parthian foe | D2 |
| Who trusts in flight and backward volleying darts | A2 |
| And trophies torn with twice triumphant hand | Q |
| From empires twain on ocean's either shore | E2 |
| And breathing forms of Parian marble there | B2 |
| Shall stand the offspring of Assaracus | A2 |
| And great names of the Jove descended folk | F2 |
| And father Tros and Troy's first founder lord | Q |
| Of Cynthus And accursed Envy there | B2 |
| Shall dread the Furies and thy ruthless flood | Q |
| Cocytus and Ixion's twisted snakes | A2 |
| And that vast wheel and ever baffling stone | G2 |
| Meanwhile the Dryad haunted woods and lawns | A2 |
| Unsullied seek we 'tis thy hard behest | Q |
| Maecenas Without thee no lofty task | H2 |
| My mind essays Up break the sluggish bonds | A2 |
| Of tarriance with loud din Cithaeron calls | A2 |
| Steed taming Epidaurus and thy hounds | A2 |
| Taygete and hark the assenting groves | A2 |
| With peal on peal reverberate the roar | E2 |
| Yet must I gird me to rehearse ere long | D |
| The fiery fights of Caesar speed his name | G |
| Through ages countless as to Caesar's self | I2 |
| From the first birth dawn of Tithonus old | Q |
| If eager for the prized Olympian palm | G |
| One breed the horse or bullock strong to plough | J2 |
| Be his prime care a shapely dam to choose | A2 |
| Of kine grim faced is goodliest with coarse head | Q |
| And burly neck whose hanging dewlaps reach | K2 |
| From chin to knee of boundless length her flank | S |
| Large every way she is large footed even | L2 |
| With incurved horns and shaggy ears beneath | M2 |
| Nor let mislike me one with spots of white | Q |
| Conspicuous or that spurns the yoke whose horn | N2 |
| At times hath vice in't liker bull faced she | G |
| And tall limbed wholly and with tip of tail | O2 |
| Brushing her footsteps as she walks along | D |
| The age for Hymen's rites Lucina's pangs | A2 |
| Ere ten years ended after four begins | A2 |
| Their residue of days nor apt to teem | G |
| Nor strong for ploughing Meantime while youth's delight | Q |
| Survives within them loose the males be first | Q |
| To speed thy herds of cattle to their loves | A2 |
| Breed stock with stock and keep the race supplied | Q |
| Ah life's best hours are ever first to fly | P2 |
| From hapless mortals in their place succeed | Q |
| Disease and dolorous eld till travail sore | E2 |
| And death unpitying sweep them from the scene | X |
| Still will be some whose form thou fain wouldst change | Q2 |
| Renew them still with yearly choice of young | B |
| Preventing losses lest too late thou rue | E |
| Nor steeds crave less selection but on those | A2 |
| Thou think'st to rear the promise of their line | O |
| From earliest youth thy chiefest pains bestow | D2 |
| See from the first yon high bred colt afield | Q |
| His lofty step his limbs' elastic tread | Q |
| Dauntless he leads the herd still first to try | P2 |
| The threatening flood or brave the unknown bridge | R2 |
| By no vain noise affrighted lofty necked | Q |
| With clean cut head short belly and stout back | S2 |
| His sprightly breast exuberant with brawn | T2 |
| Chestnut and grey are good the worst hued white | Q |
| And sorrel Then lo if arms are clashed afar | U2 |
| Bide still he cannot ears stiffen and limbs quake | V2 |
| His nostrils snort and roll out wreaths of fire | W2 |
| Dense is his mane that when uplifted falls | A2 |
| On his right shoulder betwixt either loin | X2 |
| The spine runs double his earth dinting hoof | Y2 |
| Rings with the ponderous beat of solid horn | N2 |
| Even such a horse was Cyllarus reined and tamed | Q |
| By Pollux of Amyclae such the pair | B2 |
| In Grecian song renowned those steeds of Mars | A2 |
| And famed Achilles' team in such like form | G |
| Great Saturn's self with mane flung loose on neck | Z2 |
| Sped at his wife's approach and flying filled | Q |
| The heights of Pelion with his piercing neigh | Y2 |
| Even him when sore disease or sluggish eld | Q |
| Now saps his strength pen fast at home and spare | B2 |
| His not inglorious age A horse grown old | Q |
| Slow kindling unto love in vain prolongs | A2 |
| The fruitless task and to the encounter come | G |
| As fire in stubble blusters without strength | A3 |
| He rages idly Therefore mark thou first | Q |
| Their age and mettle other points anon | N2 |
| As breed and lineage or what pain was theirs | A2 |
| To lose the race what pride the palm to win | N2 |
| Seest how the chariots in mad rivalry | G |
| Poured from the barrier grip the course and go | D2 |
| When youthful hope is highest and every heart | Q |
| Drained with each wild pulsation How they ply | P2 |
| The circling lash and reaching forward let | Q |
| The reins hang free Swift spins the glowing wheel | B3 |
| And now they stoop and now erect in air | B2 |
| Seem borne through space and towering to the sky | P2 |
| No stop no stay the dun sand whirls aloft | Q |
| They reek with foam flakes and pursuing breath | C3 |
| So sweet is fame so prized the victor's palm | G |
| 'Twas Ericthonius first took heart to yoke | F2 |
| Four horses to his car and rode above | Y2 |
| The whirling wheels to victory but the ring | F |
| And bridle reins mounted on horses' backs | A2 |
| The Pelethronian Lapithae bequeathed | Q |
| And taught the knight in arms to spurn the ground | Q |
| And arch the upgathered footsteps of his pride | Q |
| Each task alike is arduous and for each | K2 |
| A horse young fiery swift of foot they seek | D3 |
| How oft so e'er yon rival may have chased | Q |
| The flying foe or boast his native plain | N2 |
| Epirus or Mycenae's stubborn hold | Q |
| And trace his lineage back to Neptune's birth | E3 |
| These points regarded as the time draws nigh | P2 |
| With instant zeal they lavish all their care | B2 |
| To plump with solid fat the chosen chief | Y2 |
| And designated husband of the herd | Q |
| And flowery herbs they cut and serve him well | R |
| With corn and running water that his strength | A3 |
| Not fail him for that labour of delight | Q |
| Nor puny colts betray the feeble sire | W2 |
| The herd itself of purpose they reduce | A2 |
| To leanness and when love's sweet longing first | Q |
| Provokes them they forbid the leafy food | Q |
| And pen them from the springs and oft beside | Q |
| With running shake and tire them in the sun | N2 |
| What time the threshing floor groans heavily | G |
| With pounding of the corn ears and light chaff | Y2 |
| Is whirled on high to catch the rising west | Q |
| This do they that the soil's prolific powers | A2 |
| May not be dulled by surfeiting nor choke | F2 |
| The sluggish furrows but eagerly absorb | F3 |
| Their fill of love and deeply entertain | N2 |
| To care of sire the mother's care succeeds | A2 |
| When great with young they wander nigh their time | G |
| Let no man suffer them to drag the yoke | F2 |
| In heavy wains nor leap across the way | G3 |
| Nor scour the meads nor swim the rushing flood | Q |
| In lonely lawns they feed them by the course | A2 |
| Of brimming streams where moss is and the banks | A2 |
| With grass are greenest where are sheltering caves | A2 |
| And far outstretched the rock flung shadow lies | A2 |
| Round wooded Silarus and the ilex bowers | A2 |
| Of green Alburnus | A2 |
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