Georgic 4 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLDMNOPQRQ STUVWXGYLUZXA2WB2WC2 D2C2E2CC2F2C2G2C2H2C 2C2D2I2C2J2LK2EC2L2M 2N2O2GC2P2Q2UR2C2C2L 2A2G2EA2C2O2S2GT2U2V 2C2C2W2X2Y2Z2A3B3M2C 3C2C2C2D3M2WCG2IM2R2 C2UE3C2F3C2C2G3E2H3W R2EC2I3C2G2R2ZJ3K3G2 C2WR2R2L3C2UC2C2R2M3 C2L3N3C2R2C2LCC2WL3R 2R2L3WO3L3C3P3L3Q3L2 C2C2WWL3R2C2C2L3L3C2 L3CGL3CL3R2GOf air born honey gift of heaven I now | A |
Take up the tale Upon this theme no less | B |
Look thou Maecenas with indulgent eye | C |
A marvellous display of puny powers | D |
High hearted chiefs a nation's history | E |
Its traits its bent its battles and its clans | F |
All each shall pass before you while I sing | G |
Slight though the poet's theme not slight the praise | H |
So frown not heaven and Phoebus hear his call | I |
First find your bees a settled sure abode | J |
Where neither winds can enter winds blow back | K |
The foragers with food returning home | L |
Nor sheep and butting kids tread down the flowers | D |
Nor heifer wandering wide upon the plain | M |
Dash off the dew and bruise the springing blades | N |
Let the gay lizard too keep far aloof | O |
His scale clad body from their honied stalls | P |
And the bee eater and what birds beside | Q |
And Procne smirched with blood upon the breast | R |
From her own murderous hands For these roam wide | Q |
Wasting all substance or the bees themselves | S |
Strike flying and in their beaks bear home to glut | T |
Those savage nestlings with the dainty prey | U |
But let clear springs and moss green pools be near | V |
And through the grass a streamlet hurrying run | W |
Some palm tree o'er the porch extend its shade | X |
Or huge grown oleaster that in Spring | G |
Their own sweet Spring tide when the new made chiefs | Y |
Lead forth the young swarms and escaped their comb | L |
The colony comes forth to sport and play | U |
The neighbouring bank may lure them from the heat | Z |
Or bough befriend with hospitable shade | X |
O'er the mid waters whether swift or still | A2 |
Cast willow branches and big stones enow | W |
Bridge after bridge where they may footing find | B2 |
And spread their wide wings to the summer sun | W |
If haply Eurus swooping as they pause | C2 |
Have dashed with spray or plunged them in the deep | D2 |
And let green cassias and far scented thymes | C2 |
And savory with its heavy laden breath | E2 |
Bloom round about and violet beds hard by | C |
Sip sweetness from the fertilizing springs | C2 |
For the hive's self or stitched of hollow bark | F2 |
Or from tough osier woven let the doors | C2 |
Be strait of entrance for stiff winter's cold | G2 |
Congeals the honey and heat resolves and thaws | C2 |
To bees alike disastrous not for naught | H2 |
So haste they to cement the tiny pores | C2 |
That pierce their walls and fill the crevices | C2 |
With pollen from the flowers and glean and keep | D2 |
To this same end the glue that binds more fast | I2 |
Than bird lime or the pitch from Ida's pines | C2 |
Oft too in burrowed holes if fame be true | J2 |
They make their cosy subterranean home | L |
And deeply lodged in hollow rocks are found | K2 |
Or in the cavern of an age hewn tree | E |
Thou not the less smear round their crannied cribs | C2 |
With warm smooth mud coat and strew leaves above | L2 |
But near their home let neither yew tree grow | M2 |
Nor reddening crabs be roasted and mistrust | N2 |
Deep marish ground and mire with noisome smell | O2 |
Or where the hollow rocks sonorous ring | G |
And the word spoken buffets and rebounds | C2 |
What more When now the golden sun has put | P2 |
Winter to headlong flight beneath the world | Q2 |
And oped the doors of heaven with summer ray | U |
Forthwith they roam the glades and forests o'er | R2 |
Rifle the painted flowers or sip the streams | C2 |
Light hovering on the surface Hence it is | C2 |
With some sweet rapture that we know not of | L2 |
Their little ones they foster hence with skill | A2 |
Work out new wax or clinging honey mould | G2 |
So when the cage escaped hosts you see | E |
Float heavenward through the hot clear air until | A2 |
You marvel at yon dusky cloud that spreads | C2 |
And lengthens on the wind then mark them well | O2 |
For then 'tis ever the fresh springs they seek | S2 |
And bowery shelter hither must you bring | G |
The savoury sweets I bid and sprinkle them | T2 |
Bruised balsam and the wax flower's lowly weed | U2 |
And wake and shake the tinkling cymbals heard | V2 |
By the great Mother on the anointed spots | C2 |
Themselves will settle and in wonted wise | C2 |
Seek of themselves the cradle's inmost depth | W2 |
But if to battle they have hied them forth | X2 |
For oft 'twixt king and king with uproar dire | Y2 |
Fierce feud arises and at once from far | Z2 |
You may discern what passion sways the mob | A3 |
And how their hearts are throbbing for the strife | B3 |
Hark the hoarse brazen note that warriors know | M2 |
Chides on the loiterers and the ear may catch | C3 |
A sound that mocks the war trump's broken blasts | C2 |
Then in hot haste they muster then flash wings | C2 |
Sharpen their pointed beaks and knit their thews | C2 |
And round the king even to his royal tent | D3 |
Throng rallying and with shouts defy the foe | M2 |
So when a dry Spring and clear space is given | W |
Forth from the gates they burst they clash on high | C |
A din arises they are heaped and rolled | G2 |
Into one mighty mass and headlong fall | I |
Not denselier hail through heaven nor pelting so | M2 |
Rains from the shaken oak its acorn shower | R2 |
Conspicuous by their wings the chiefs themselves | C2 |
Press through the heart of battle and display | U |
A giant's spirit in each pigmy frame | E3 |
Steadfast no inch to yield till these or those | C2 |
The victor's ponderous arm has turned to flight | F3 |
Such fiery passions and such fierce assaults | C2 |
A little sprinkled dust controls and quells | C2 |
And now both leaders from the field recalled | G3 |
Who hath the worser seeming do to death | E2 |
Lest royal waste wax burdensome but let | H3 |
His better lord it on the empty throne | W |
One with gold burnished flakes will shine like fire | R2 |
For twofold are their kinds the nobler he | E |
Of peerless front and lit with flashing scales | C2 |
That other from neglect and squalor foul | I3 |
Drags slow a cumbrous belly As with kings | C2 |
So too with people diverse is their mould | G2 |
Some rough and loathly as when the wayfarer | R2 |
Scapes from a whirl of dust and scorched with heat | Z |
Spits forth the dry grit from his parched mouth | J3 |
The others shine forth and flash with lightning gleam | K3 |
Their backs all blazoned with bright drops of gold | G2 |
Symmetric this the likelier breed from these | C2 |
When heaven brings round the season thou shalt strain | W |
Sweet honey nor yet so sweet as passing clear | R2 |
And mellowing on the tongue the wine god's fire | R2 |
But when the swarms fly aimlessly abroad | L3 |
Disport themselves in heaven and spurn their cells | C2 |
Leaving the hive unwarmed from such vain play | U |
Must you refrain their volatile desires | C2 |
Nor hard the task tear off the monarchs' wings | C2 |
While these prove loiterers none beside will dare | R2 |
Mount heaven or pluck the standards from the camp | M3 |
Let gardens with the breath of saffron flowers | C2 |
Allure them and the lord of Hellespont | L3 |
Priapus wielder of the willow scythe | N3 |
Safe in his keeping hold from birds and thieves | C2 |
And let the man to whom such cares are dear | R2 |
Himself bring thyme and pine trees from the heights | C2 |
And strew them in broad belts about their home | L |
No hand but his the blistering task should ply | C |
Plant the young slips or shed the genial showers | C2 |
And I myself were I not even now | W |
Furling my sails and nigh the journey's end | L3 |
Eager to turn my vessel's prow to shore | R2 |
Perchance would sing what careful husbandry | R2 |
Makes the trim garden smile of Paestum too | L3 |
Whose roses bloom and fade and bloom again | W |
How endives glory in the streams they drink | O3 |
And green banks in their parsley and how the gourd | L3 |
Twists through the grass and rounds him to paunch | C3 |
Nor of Narcissus had my lips been dumb | P3 |
That loiterer of the flowers nor supple stemmed | L3 |
Acanthus with the praise of ivies pale | Q3 |
And myrtles clinging to the shores they love | L2 |
For 'neath the shade of tall Oebalia's towers | C2 |
Where dark Galaesus laves the yellowing fields | C2 |
An old man once I mind me to have seen | W |
From Corycus he came to whom had fallen | W |
Some few poor acres of neglected land | L3 |
And they nor fruitful' neath the plodding steer | R2 |
Meet for the grazing herd nor good for vines | C2 |
Yet he the while his meagre garden herbs | C2 |
Among the thorns he planted and all round | L3 |
White lilies vervains and lean poppy set | L3 |
In pride of spirit matched the wealth of kings | C2 |
And home returning not till night was late | L3 |
With unbought plenty heaped his board on high | C |
He was the first to cull the rose in spring | G |
He the ripe fruits in autumn and ere yet | L3 |
Winter had ceased in sullen ire to rive | C |
The rocks with frost and with her icy bit | L3 |
Curb in the running waters there was he | R2 |
Plucki | G |
Publius Vergilius Maro
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