The Aeneid Of Virgil: Book 1 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEFGAAHHIJKKLM NNBBOOPPQQLLAAAOORRR RRRRRSSTTJJSSRRMMUUV WKKXYTTRRZZA2A2LLRRB 2B2C2D2RRE2E2LLF2F2G 2G2G2LLRRB2B2B2B2MMH 2I2G2G2B2B2B2B2B2J2J 2RRRRRRRRRRYYBBG2G2G 2RRG2G2ZZRRB2B2B2G2G 2I2H2G2G2G2G2J2K2YYR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLG2RG 2Arms and the man I sing who forc'd by fate | A |
And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate | A |
Expell'd and exil'd left the Trojan shore | B |
Long labors both by sea and land he bore | B |
And in the doubtful war before he won | C |
The Latian realm and built the destin'd town | D |
His banish'd gods restor'd to rites divine | E |
And settled sure succession in his line | E |
From whence the race of Alban fathers come | F |
And the long glories of majestic Rome | G |
O Muse the causes and the crimes relate | A |
What goddess was provok'd and whence her hate | A |
For what offense the Queen of Heav'n began | H |
To persecute so brave so just a man | H |
Involv'd his anxious life in endless cares | I |
Expos'd to wants and hurried into wars | J |
Can heav'nly minds such high resentment show | K |
Or exercise their spite in human woe | K |
Against the Tiber's mouth but far away | L |
An ancient town was seated on the sea | M |
A Tyrian colony the people made | N |
Stout for the war and studious of their trade | N |
Carthage the name belov'd by Juno more | B |
Than her own Argos or the Samian shore | B |
Here stood her chariot here if Heav'n were kind | O |
The seat of awful empire she design'd | O |
Yet she had heard an ancient rumor fly | P |
Long cited by the people of the sky | P |
That times to come should see the Trojan race | Q |
Her Carthage ruin and her tow'rs deface | Q |
Nor thus confin'd the yoke of sov'reign sway | L |
Should on the necks of all the nations lay | L |
She ponder'd this and fear'd it was in fate | A |
Nor could forget the war she wag'd of late | A |
For conqu'ring Greece against the Trojan state | A |
Besides long causes working in her mind | O |
And secret seeds of envy lay behind | O |
Deep graven in her heart the doom remain'd | R |
Of partial Paris and her form disdain'd | R |
The grace bestow'd on ravish'd Ganymed | R |
Electra's glories and her injur'd bed | R |
Each was a cause alone and all combin'd | R |
To kindle vengeance in her haughty mind | R |
For this far distant from the Latian coast | R |
She drove the remnants of the Trojan host | R |
And sev'n long years th' unhappy wand'ring train | S |
Were toss'd by storms and scatter'd thro' the main | S |
Such time such toil requir'd the Roman name | T |
Such length of labor for so vast a frame | T |
Now scarce the Trojan fleet with sails and oars | J |
Had left behind the fair Sicilian shores | J |
Ent'ring with cheerful shouts the wat'ry reign | S |
And plowing frothy furrows in the main | S |
When lab'ring still with endless discontent | R |
The Queen of Heav'n did thus her fury vent | R |
Then am I vanquish'd must I yield said she | M |
And must the Trojans reign in Italy | M |
So Fate will have it and Jove adds his force | U |
Nor can my pow'r divert their happy course | U |
Could angry Pallas with revengeful spleen | V |
The Grecian navy burn and drown the men | W |
She for the fault of one offending foe | K |
The bolts of Jove himself presum'd to throw | K |
With whirlwinds from beneath she toss'd the ship | X |
And bare expos'd the bosom of the deep | Y |
Then as an eagle gripes the trembling game | T |
The wretch yet hissing with her father's flame | T |
She strongly seiz'd and with a burning wound | R |
Transfix'd and naked on a rock she bound | R |
But I who walk in awful state above | Z |
The majesty of heav'n the sister wife of Jove | Z |
For length of years my fruitless force employ | A2 |
Against the thin remains of ruin'd Troy | A2 |
What nations now to Juno's pow'r will pray | L |
Or off'rings on my slighted altars lay | L |
Thus rag'd the goddess and with fury fraught | R |
The restless regions of the storms she sought | R |
Where in a spacious cave of living stone | B2 |
The tyrant Aeolus from his airy throne | B2 |
With pow'r imperial curbs the struggling winds | C2 |
And sounding tempests in dark prisons binds | D2 |
This way and that th' impatient captives tend | R |
And pressing for release the mountains rend | R |
High in his hall th' undaunted monarch stands | E2 |
And shakes his scepter and their rage commands | E2 |
Which did he not their unresisted sway | L |
Would sweep the world before them in their way | L |
Earth air and seas thro' empty space would roll | F2 |
And heav'n would fly before the driving soul | F2 |
In fear of this the Father of the Gods | G2 |
Confin'd their fury to those dark abodes | G2 |
And lock'd 'em safe within oppress'd with mountain loads | G2 |
Impos'd a king with arbitrary sway | L |
To loose their fetters or their force allay | L |
To whom the suppliant queen her pray'rs address'd | R |
And thus the tenor of her suit express'd | R |
O Aeolus for to thee the King of Heav'n | B2 |
The pow'r of tempests and of winds has giv'n | B2 |
Thy force alone their fury can restrain | B2 |
And smooth the waves or swell the troubled main | B2 |
A race of wand'ring slaves abhorr'd by me | M |
With prosp'rous passage cut the Tuscan sea | M |
To fruitful Italy their course they steer | H2 |
And for their vanquish'd gods design new temples there | I2 |
Raise all thy winds with night involve the skies | G2 |
Sink or disperse my fatal enemies | G2 |
Twice sev'n the charming daughters of the main | B2 |
Around my person wait and bear my train | B2 |
Succeed my wish and second my design | B2 |
The fairest Deiopeia shall be thine | B2 |
And make thee father of a happy line | B2 |
To this the god 'T is yours O queen to will | J2 |
The work which duty binds me to fulfil | J2 |
These airy kingdoms and this wide command | R |
Are all the presents of your bounteous hand | R |
Yours is my sov'reign's grace and as your guest | R |
I sit with gods at their celestial feast | R |
Raise tempests at your pleasure or subdue | R |
Dispose of empire which I hold from you | R |
He said and hurl'd against the mountain side | R |
His quiv'ring spear and all the god applied | R |
The raging winds rush thro' the hollow wound | R |
And dance aloft in air and skim along the ground | R |
Then settling on the sea the surges sweep | Y |
Raise liquid mountains and disclose the deep | Y |
South East and West with mix'd confusion roar | B |
And roll the foaming billows to the shore | B |
The cables crack the sailors' fearful cries | G2 |
Ascend and sable night involves the skies | G2 |
And heav'n itself is ravish'd from their eyes | G2 |
Loud peals of thunder from the poles ensue | R |
Then flashing fires the transient light renew | R |
The face of things a frightful image bears | G2 |
And present death in various forms appears | G2 |
Struck with unusual fright the Trojan chief | Z |
With lifted hands and eyes invokes relief | Z |
And Thrice and four times happy those he cried | R |
That under Ilian walls before their parents died | R |
Tydides bravest of the Grecian train | B2 |
Why could not I by that strong arm be slain | B2 |
And lie by noble Hector on the plain | B2 |
Or great Sarpedon in those bloody fields | G2 |
Where Simois rolls the bodies and the shields | G2 |
Of heroes whose dismember'd hands yet bear | I2 |
The dart aloft and clench the pointed spear | H2 |
Thus while the pious prince his fate bewails | G2 |
Fierce Boreas drove against his flying sails | G2 |
And rent the sheets the raging billows rise | G2 |
And mount the tossing vessels to the skies | G2 |
Nor can the shiv'ring oars sustain the blow | J2 |
The galley gives her side and turns her prow | K2 |
While those astern descending down the steep | Y |
Thro' gaping waves behold the boiling deep | Y |
Three ships were hurried by the southern blast | R |
And on the secret shelves with fury cast | R |
Those hidden rocks th' Ausonian sailors knew | R |
They call'd them Altars when they rose in view | R |
And show'd their spacious backs above the flood | R |
Three more fierce Eurus in his angry mood | R |
Dash'd on the shallows of the moving sand | R |
And in mid ocean left them moor'd aland | R |
Orontes' bark that bore the Lycian crew | R |
A horrid sight ev'n in the hero's view | R |
From stem to stern by waves was overborne | R |
The trembling pilot from his rudder torn | R |
Was headlong hurl'd thrice round the ship was toss'd | R |
Then bulg'd at once and in the deep was lost | R |
And here and there above the waves were seen | R |
Arms pictures precious goods and floating men | R |
The stoutest vessel to the storm gave way | L |
And suck'd thro' loosen'd planks the rushing sea | G2 |
Ilioneus was her chief Alethes old | R |
Ac | G2 |
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