The Aeneid Of Virgil: Book 12 Poem Rhyme Scheme

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WHEN Turnus saw the Latins leave the field	A
Their armies broken and their courage quell d	B
Himself become the mark of public spite	C
His honor question d for the promis d fight	C
The more he was with vulgar hate oppress d	B
The more his fury boil d within his breast	D
He rous d his vigor for the last debate	E
And rais d his haughty soul to meet his fate	E
As when the swains the Libyan lion chase	F
He makes a sour retreat nor mends his pace	F
But if the pointed jav lin pierce his side	G
The lordly beast returns with double pride	G
He wrenches out the steel he roars for pain	H
His sides he lashes and erects his mane	H
So Turnus fares his eyeballs flash with fire	I
Thro his wide nostrils clouds of smoke expire	J
Trembling with rage around the court he ran	K
At length approach d the king and thus began	K
No more excuses or delays I stand	L
In arms prepar d to combat hand to hand	L
This base deserter of his native land	L
The Trojan by his word is bound to take	M
The same conditions which himself did make	M
Renew the truce the solemn rites prepare	N
And to my single virtue trust the war	O
The Latians unconcern d shall see the fight	C
This arm unaided shall assert your right	C
Then if my prostrate body press the plain	H
To him the crown and beauteous bride remain	H
To whom the king sedately thus replied	G
Brave youth the more your valor has been tried	G
The more becomes it us with due respect	P
To weigh the chance of war which you neglect	P
You want not wealth or a successive throne	Q
Or cities which your arms have made your own	Q
My towns and treasures are at your command	L
And stor d with blooming beauties is my land	L
Laurentum more than one Lavinia sees	R
Unmarried fair of noble families	R
Now let me speak and you with patience hear	S
Things which perhaps may grate a lover s ear	S
But sound advice proceeding from a heart	T
Sincerely yours and free from fraudful art	T
The gods by signs have manifestly shown	Q
No prince Italian born should heir my throne	Q
Oft have our augurs in prediction skill d	B
And oft our priests a foreign son reveal d	B
Yet won by worth that cannot be withstood	U
Brib d by my kindness to my kindred blood	V
Urg d by my wife who would not be denied	G
I promis d my Lavinia for your bride	G
Her from her plighted lord by force I took	W
All ties of treaties and of honor broke	X
On your account I wag d an impious war	O
With what success t is needless to declare	N
I and my subjects feel and you have had your share	N
Twice vanquish d while in bloody fields we strive	Y
Scarce in our walls we keep our hopes alive	Y
The rolling flood runs warm with human gore	O
The bones of Latians blanch the neighb ring shore	O
Why put I not an end to this debate	E
Still unresolv d and still a slave to fate	E
If Turnus death a lasting peace can give	Z
Why should I not procure it whilst you live	Y
Should I to doubtful arms your youth betray	A2
What would my kinsmen the Rutulians say	A2
And should you fall in fight which Heav n defend	B2
How curse the cause which hasten d to his end	B2
The daughter s lover and the father s friend	B2
Weigh in your mind the various chance of war	O
Pity your parent s age and ease his care	N
Such balmy words he pour d but all in vain	H
The proffer d med cine but provok d the pain	H
The wrathful youth disdaining the relief	C2
With intermitting sobs thus vents his grief	C2
The care O best of fathers which you take	M
For my concerns at my desire forsake	M
Permit me not to languish out my days	D2
But make the best exchange of life for praise	D2
This arm this lance can well dispute the prize	E2
And the blood follows where the weapon flies	E2
His goddess mother is not near to shroud	F2
The flying coward with an empty cloud	F2
But now the queen who fear d for Turnus life	G2
And loath d the hard conditions of the strife	G2
Held him by force and dying in his death	H2
In these sad accents gave her sorrow breath	H2
O Turnus I adjure thee by these tears	I2
And whate er price Amata s honor bears	I2
Within thy breast since thou art all my hope	J2
My sickly mind s repose my sinking age s prop	K2
Since on the safety of thy life alone	Q
Depends Latinus and the Latian throne	Q
Refuse me not this one this only pray r	L2
To waive the combat and pursue the war	O
Whatever chance attends this fatal strife	G2
Think it includes in thine Amata s life	G2
I cannot live a slave or see my throne	Q
Usurp d by strangers or a Trojan son	M2
At this a flood of tears Lavinia shed	N2
A crimson blush her beauteous face o erspread	N2
Varying her cheeks by turns with white and red	N2
The driving colors never at a stay	N2
Run here and there and flush and fade away	N2
Delightful change Thus Indian iv ry shows	O2
Which with the bord ring paint of purple glows	O2
Or lilies damask d by the neighb ring rose	O2
The lover gaz d and burning with desire	I
The more he look d the more he fed the fire	I
Revenge and jealous rage and secret spite	N2
Roll in his breast and rouse him to the fight	N2
Then fixing on the queen his ardent eyes	E2
Firm to his first intent he thus replies	E2
O mother do not by your tears prepare	N
Such boding omens and prejudge the war	O
Resolv d on fight I am no longer free	B
To shun my death if Heav n my death decree	B
Then turning to the herald thus pursues	P2
Go greet the Trojan with ungrateful news	P2
Denounce from me that when to morrow s light	N2
Shall gild the heav ns he need not urge the fight	N2
The Trojan and Rutulian troops no more	O
Shall dye with mutual blood the Latian shore	O
Our single swords the quarrel shall decide	N2
And to the victor be the beauteous bride	N2
He said and striding on with speedy pace	F
He sought his coursers of the Thracian race	F
At his approach they toss their heads on high	Q2
And proudly neighing promise victory	B
The sires of these Orythia sent from far	L2
To grace Pilumnus when he went to war	O
The drifts of Thracian snows were scarce so white	N2
Nor northern winds in fleetness match d their flight	N2
Officious grooms stand ready by his side	N2
And some with combs their flowing manes divide	N2
And others stroke their chests and gently soothe their pride	N2
He sheath d his limbs in arms a temper d mass	R2
Of golden metal those and mountain brass	R2
Then to his head his glitt ring helm he tied	N2
And girt his faithful fauchion to his side	N2
In his tn an forge the God of Fire	I
That fauchion labor d for the hero s sire	I
Immortal keenness on the blade bestow d	B
And plung d it hissing in the Stygian flood	N2
Propp d on a pillar which the ceiling bore	O
Was plac d the lance Auruncan Actor wore	O
Which with such force he brandish d in his hand	N2
The tough ash trembled like an osier wand	N2
Then cried O pond rous spoil of Actor slain	H
And never yet by Turnus toss d in vain	H
Fail not this day thy wonted force but go	S2
Sent by this hand to pierce the Trojan foe	S2
Give me to tear his corslet from his breast	N2
And from that eunuch head to rend the crest	N2
Dragg d in the dust his frizzled hair to soil	T2
Hot from the vexing ir n and smear d with fragrant oil	T2
Thus while he raves from his wide nostrils flies	E2
A fiery steam and sparkles from his eyes	E2
So fares the bull in his lov d female s sight	N2
Proudly he bellows and preludes the fight	N2
He tries his goring horns against a tree	B
And meditates his absent enemy	B
He pushes at the winds he digs the strand	N2
With his black hoofs and spurns the yellow sand	N2
Nor less the Trojan in his Lemnian arms	U2
To future fight his manly courage warms	V2
He whets his fury and with joy prep	W2

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The Aeneid Of Virgil: Book 12 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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