The Aeneid Of Virgil: Book 11 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGHIJJDKLL MMNOPQRRSTUUVGWWXYBB ZZA2A2DDVVB2VC2C2D2D 2GGLLE2E2MMF2F2G2G2H 2H2I2I2J2J2VGWWOOGVD DDDK2K2L2M2D2D2N2O2P 2P2Q2B2EEFFWWR2DXXAA N2S2RRAAB2B2T2T2EEAA U2U2DD2VVV2W2K2K2X2X 2E2E2D2D2Y2Y2P2P2U2U 2Z2Z2DDH2H2RRC2C2A3A 3E2E2B3B3K2K2LLC3D3E 3SCARCE had the rosy Morning rais d her head | A |
Above the waves and left her wat ry bed | A |
The pious chief whom double cares attend | B |
For his unburied soldiers and his friend | B |
Yet first to Heav n perform d a victor s vows | C |
He bar d an ancient oak of all her boughs | C |
Then on a rising ground the trunk he plac d | D |
Which with the spoils of his dead foe he grac d | D |
The coat of arms by proud Mezentius worn | E |
Now on a naked snag in triumph borne | E |
Was hung on high and glitter d from afar | F |
A trophy sacred to the God of War | G |
Above his arms fix d on the leafless wood | H |
Appear d his plumy crest besmear d with blood | I |
His brazen buckler on the left was seen | J |
Truncheons of shiver d lances hung between | J |
And on the right was placed his corslet bor d | D |
And to the neck was tied his unavailing sword | K |
A crowd of chiefs inclose the godlike man | L |
Who thus conspicuous in the midst began | L |
Our toils my friends are crown d with sure success | M |
The greater part perform d achieve the less | M |
Now follow cheerful to the trembling town | N |
Press but an entrance and presume it won | O |
Fear is no more for fierce Mezentius lies | P |
As the first fruits of war a sacrifice | Q |
Turnus shall fall extended on the plain | R |
And in this omen is already slain | R |
Prepar d in arms pursue your happy chance | S |
That none unwarn d may plead his ignorance | T |
And I at Heav n s appointed hour may find | U |
Your warlike ensigns waving in the wind | U |
Meantime the rites and fun ral pomps prepare | V |
Due to your dead companions of the war | G |
The last respect the living can bestow | W |
To shield their shadows from contempt below | W |
That conquer d earth be theirs for which they fought | X |
And which for us with their own blood they bought | Y |
But first the corpse of our unhappy friend | B |
To the sad city of Evander send | B |
Who not inglorious in his age s bloom | Z |
Was hurried hence by too severe a doom | Z |
Thus weeping while he spoke he took his way | A2 |
Where new in death lamented Pallas lay | A2 |
Acoetes watch d the corpse whose youth deserv d | D |
The father s trust and now the son he serv d | D |
With equal faith but less auspicious care | V |
Th attendants of the slain his sorrow share | V |
A troop of Trojans mix d with these appear | B2 |
And mourning matrons with dishevel d hair | V |
Soon as the prince appears they raise a cry | C2 |
All beat their breasts and echoes rend the sky | C2 |
They rear his drooping forehead from the ground | D2 |
But when neas view d the grisly wound | D2 |
Which Pallas in his manly bosom bore | G |
And the fair flesh distain d with purple gore | G |
First melting into tears the pious man | L |
Deplor d so sad a sight then thus began | L |
Unhappy youth when Fortune gave the rest | E2 |
Of my full wishes she refus d the best | E2 |
She came but brought not thee along to bless | M |
My longing eyes and share in my success | M |
She grudg d thy safe return the triumphs due | F2 |
To prosp rous valor in the public view | F2 |
Not thus I promis d when thy father lent | G2 |
Thy needless succor with a sad consent | G2 |
Embrac d me parting for th Etrurian land | H2 |
And sent me to possess a large command | H2 |
He warn d and from his own experience told | I2 |
Our foes were warlike disciplin d and bold | I2 |
And now perhaps in hopes of thy return | J2 |
Rich odors on his loaded altars burn | J2 |
While we with vain officious pomp prepare | V |
To send him back his portion of the war | G |
A bloody breathless body which can owe | W |
No farther debt but to the pow rs below | W |
The wretched father ere his race is run | O |
Shall view the fun ral honors of his son | O |
These are my triumphs of the Latian war | G |
Fruits of my plighted faith and boasted care | V |
And yet unhappy sire thou shalt not see | D |
A son whose death disgrac d his ancestry | D |
Thou shalt not blush old man however griev d | D |
Thy Pallas no dishonest wound receiv d | D |
He died no death to make thee wish too late | K2 |
Thou hadst not liv d to see his shameful fate | K2 |
But what a champion has th Ausonian coast | L2 |
And what a friend hast thou Ascanius lost | M2 |
Thus having mourn d he gave the word around | D2 |
To raise the breathless body from the ground | D2 |
And chose a thousand horse the flow r of all | N2 |
His warlike troops to wait the funeral | O2 |
To bear him back and share Evander s grief | P2 |
A well becoming but a weak relief | P2 |
Of oaken twigs they twist an easy bier | Q2 |
Then on their shoulders the sad burden rear | B2 |
The body on this rural hearse is borne | E |
Strew d leaves and funeral greens the bier adorn | E |
All pale he lies and looks a lovely flow r | F |
New cropp d by virgin hands to dress the bow r | F |
Unfaded yet but yet unfed below | W |
No more to mother earth or the green stem shall owe | W |
Then two fair vests of wondrous work and cost | R2 |
Of purple woven and with gold emboss d | D |
For ornament the Trojan hero brought | X |
Which with her hands Sidonian Dido wrought | X |
One vest array d the corpse and one they spread | A |
O er his clos d eyes and wrapp d around his head | A |
That when the yellow hair in flame should fall | N2 |
The catching fire might burn the golden caul | S2 |
Besides the spoils of foes in battle slain | R |
When he descended on the Latian plain | R |
Arms trappings horses by the hearse are led | A |
In long array th achievements of the dead | A |
Then pinion d with their hands behind appear | B2 |
Th unhappy captives marching in the rear | B2 |
Appointed off rings in the victor s name | T2 |
To sprinkle with their blood the fun ral flame | T2 |
Inferior trophies by the chiefs are borne | E |
Gauntlets and helms their loaded hands adorn | E |
And fair inscriptions fix d and titles read | A |
Of Latian leaders conquer d by the dead | A |
Acoetes on his pupil s corpse attends | U2 |
With feeble steps supported by his friends | U2 |
Pausing at ev ry pace in sorrow drown d | D |
Betwixt their arms he sinks upon the ground | D2 |
Where grov ling while he lies in deep despair | V |
He beats his breast and rends his hoary hair | V |
The champion s chariot next is seen to roll | V2 |
Besmear d with hostile blood and honorably foul | W2 |
To close the pomp thon the steed of state | K2 |
Is led the fun rals of his lord to wait | K2 |
Stripp d of his trappings with a sullen pace | X2 |
He walks and the big tears run rolling down his face | X2 |
The lance of Pallas and the crimson crest | E2 |
Are borne behind the victor seiz d the rest | E2 |
The march begins the trumpets hoarsely sound | D2 |
The pikes and lances trail along the ground | D2 |
Thus while the Trojan and Arcadian horse | Y2 |
To Pallantean tow rs direct their course | Y2 |
In long procession rank d the pious chief | P2 |
Stopp d in the rear and gave a vent to grief | P2 |
The public care he said which war attends | U2 |
Diverts our present woes at least suspends | U2 |
Peace with the manes of great Pallas dwell | Z2 |
Hail holy relics and a last farewell | Z2 |
He said no more but inly thro he mourn d | D |
Restrain d his tears and to the camp return d | D |
Now suppliants from Laurentum sent demand | H2 |
A truce with olive branches in their hand | H2 |
Obtest his clemency and from the plain | R |
Beg leave to draw the bodies of their slain | R |
They plead that none those common rites deny | C2 |
To conquer d foes that in fair battle die | C2 |
All cause of hate was ended in their death | A3 |
Nor could he war with bodies void of breath | A3 |
A king they hop d would hear a king s request | E2 |
Whose son he once was call d and once his guest | E2 |
Their suit which was too just to be denied | B3 |
The hero grants and farther thus replied | B3 |
O Latian princes how severe a fate | K2 |
In causeless quarrels has involv d your state | K2 |
And arm d against an unoffending man | L |
Who sought your friendship ere the war began | L |
You beg a truce which I would gladly give | C3 |
Not only for the slain but those who live | D3 |
I came not hither but by Heav n s comma | E3 |
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