The Aeneid Of Virgil: Book 10 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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THE GATES of heav n unfold Jove summons allA
The gods to council in the common hallA
Sublimely seated he surveys from farB
The fields the camp the fortune of the warC
And all th inferior world From first to lastD
The sov reign senate in degrees are plac dE
Then thus th almighty sire began Ye godsF
Natives or denizens of blest abodesF
From whence these murmurs and this change of mindG
This backward fate from what was first design dE
Why this protracted war when my commandsF
Pronounc d a peace and gave the Latian landsF
What fear or hope on either part dividesF
Our heav ns and arms our powers on diff rent sidesF
A lawful time of war at length will comeH
Nor need your haste anticipate the doomI
When Carthage shall contend the world with RomeJ
Shall force the rigid rocks and Alpine chainsF
And like a flood come pouring on the plainsF
Then is your time for faction and debateK
For partial favor and permitted hateK
Let now your immature dissension ceaseF
Sit quiet and compose your souls to peaceF
Thus Jupiter in few unfolds the chargeL
But lovely Venus thus replies at largeL
O pow r immense eternal energyE
For to what else protection can we flyM
Seest thou the proud Rutulians how they dareN
In fields unpunish d and insult my careN
How lofty Turnus vaunts amidst his trainO
In shining arms triumphant on the plainO
Ev n in their lines and trenches they contendP
And scarce their walls the Trojan troops defendP
The town is fill d with slaughter and o erfloatsF
With a red deluge their increasing moatsF
neas ignorant and far from thenceF
Has left a camp expos d without defenseF
This endless outrage shall they still sustainO
Shall Troy renew d be forc d and fir d againQ
A second siege my banish d issue fearsF
And a new Diomede in arms appearsF
One more audacious mortal will be foundR
And I thy daughter wait another woundR
Yet if with fates averse without thy leaveS
The Latian lands my progeny receiveS
Bear they the pains of violated lawT
And thy protection from their aid withdrawT
But if the gods their sure success foretellU
If those of heav n consent with those of hellU
To promise Italy who dare debateK
The pow r of Jove or fix another fateK
What should I tell of tempests on the mainO
Of olus usurping Neptune s reignO
Of Iris sent with Bacchanalian heatV
T inspire the matrons and destroy the fleetV
Now Juno to the Stygian sky descendsF
Solicits hell for aid and arms the fiendsF
That new example wanted yet aboveW
An act that well became the wife of JoveW
Alecto rais d by her with rage inflamesF
The peaceful bosoms of the Latian damesF
Imperial sway no more exalts my mindG
Such hopes I had indeed while Heav n was kindG
Now let my happier foes possess my placeF
Whom Jove prefers before the Trojan raceF
And conquer they whom you with conquest graceF
Since you can spare from all your wide commandX
No spot of earth no hospitable landX
Which may my wand ring fugitives receiveW
Since haughty Juno will not give you leaveW
Then father if I still may use that nameY
By ruin d Troy yet smoking from the flameY
I beg you let Ascanius by my careN
Be freed from danger and dismiss d the warC
Inglorious let him live without a crownZ
The father may be cast on coasts unknownA2
Struggling with fate but let me save the sonB2
Mine is Cythera mine the Cyprian tow rsF
In those recesses and those sacred bow rsF
Obscurely let him rest his right resignC2
To promis d empire and his Julian lineC2
Then Carthage may th Ausonian towns destroyD2
Nor fear the race of a rejected boyD2
What profits it my son to scape the fireE2
Arm d with his gods and loaded with his sireE2
To pass the perils of the seas and windG
Evade the Greeks and leave the war behindG
To reach th Italian shores if after allA
Our second Pergamus is doom d to fallA
Much better had he curb d his high desiresF
And hover d o er his ill extinguish d firesF
To Simois banks the fugitives restoreC
And give them back to war and all the woes beforeC
Deep indignation swell d Saturnia s heartF2
And must I own she said my secret smartF2
What with more decence were in silence keptG2
And but for this unjust reproach had sleptG2
Did god or man your fav rite son adviseF
With war unhop d the Latians to surpriseF
By fate you boast and by the gods decreeE
He left his native land for ItalyE
Confess the truth by mad Cassandra moreC
Than Heav n inspir d he sought a foreign shoreC
Did I persuade to trust his second TroyD2
To the raw conduct of a beardless boyD2
With walls unfinish d which himself forsakesF
And thro the waves a wand ring voyage takesF
When have I urg d him meanly to demandX
The Tuscan aid and arm a quiet landX
Did I or Iris give this mad adviceF
Or made the fool himself the fatal choiceF
You think it hard the Latians should destroyD2
With swords your Trojans and with fires your TroyD2
Hard and unjust indeed for men to drawT
Their native air nor take a foreign lawT
That Turnus is permitted still to liveW
To whom his birth a god and goddess giveW
But yet t is just and lawful for your lineC2
To drive their fields and force with fraud to joinH2
Realms not your own among your clans divideI2
And from the bridegroom tear the promis d brideI2
Petition while you public arms prepareN
Pretend a peace and yet provoke a warC
T was giv n to you your darling son to shroudJ2
To draw the dastard from the fighting crowdJ2
And for a man obtend an empty cloudJ2
From flaming fleets you turn d the fire awayK2
And chang d the ships to daughters of the seaF
But t is my crime the Queen of Heav n offendsF
If she presume to save her suff ring friendsF
Your son not knowing what his foes decreeF
You say is absent absent let him beF
Yours is Cythera yours the Cyprian tow rsF
The soft recesses and the sacred bow rsF
Why do you then these needless arms prepareN
And thus provoke a people prone to warC
Did I with fire the Trojan town defaceF
Or hinder from return your exil d raceF
Was I the cause of mischief or the manL2
Whose lawless lust the fatal war beganL2
Think on whose faith th adult rous youth reliedI2
Who promis d who procur d the Spartan brideI2
When all th united states of Greece combin dF
To purge the world of the perfidious kindG
Then was your time to fear the Trojan fateK
Your quarrels and complaints are now too lateK
Thus Juno Murmurs rise with mix d applauseF
Just as they favor or dislike the causeF
So winds when yet unfledg d in woods they lieM
In whispers first their tender voices tryM
Then issue on the main with bellowing rageM2
And storms to trembling mariners presageN2
Then thus to both replied th imperial godO2
Who shakes heav n s axles with his awful nodO2
When he begins the silent senate standX
With rev rence list ning to the dread commandX
The clouds dispel the winds their breath restrainO
And the hush d waves lie flatted on the mainO
Celestials your attentive ears inclineC2
Since said the god the Trojans must not joinH2
In wish d alliance with the Latian lineC2
Since endless jarrings and immortal hateK
Tend but to discompose our happy stateK
The war henceforward be resign d to fateK
Each to his proper fortune stand or fallA
Equal and unconcern d I look on allA
Rutulians Trojans are the same to meF
And both shall draw the lots their fates decreeF
Let these assault if Fortune be their friendP
And if she favors those let those defendP
The Fates will find their way The Thund rer saidP2
And shook the sacred honors of his headP2
Attesting Styx th inviolable floodQ2
And the black regions of hisF

Publius Vergilius Maro



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