The Aeneid Of Virgil: Book 7 Poem Rhyme Scheme

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AND thou O matron of immortal fame	A
Here dying to the shore hast left thy name	A
Cajeta still the place is call d from thee	B
The nurse of great neas infancy	B
Here rest thy bones in rich Hesperia s plains	C
Thy name t is all a ghost can have remains	C
Now when the prince her fun ral rites had paid	D
He plow d the Tyrrhene seas with sails display d	B
From land a gentle breeze arose by night	E
Serenely shone the stars the moon was bright	E
And the sea trembled with her silver light	E
Now near the shelves of Circe s shores they run	F
Circe the rich the daughter of the Sun	F
A dang rous coast the goddess wastes her days	G
In joyous songs the rocks resound her lays	G
In spinning or the loom she spends the night	E
And cedar brands supply her father s light	E
From hence were heard rebellowing to the main	H
The roars of lions that refuse the chain	H
The grunts of bristled boars and groans of bears	I
And herds of howling wolves that stun the sailors ears	J
These from their caverns at the close of night	E
Fill the sad isle with horror and affright	E
Darkling they mourn their fate whom Circe s pow r	K
That watch d the moon and planetary hour	L
With words and wicked herbs from humankind	E
Had alter d and in brutal shapes confin d	E
Which monsters lest the Trojans pious host	E
Should bear or touch upon th inchanted coast	E
Propitious Neptune steer d their course by night	E
With rising gales that sped their happy flight	E
Supplied with these they skim the sounding shore	M
And hear the swelling surges vainly roar	M
Now when the rosy morn began to rise	N
And wav d her saffron streamer thro the skies	N
When Thetis blush d in purple not her own	O
And from her face the breathing winds were blown	O
A sudden silence sate upon the sea	E
And sweeping oars with struggling urge their way	P
The Trojan from the main beheld a wood	E
Which thick with shades and a brown horror stood	E
Betwixt the trees the Tiber took his course	Q
With whirlpools dimpled and with downward force	Q
That drove the sand along he took his way	P
And roll d his yellow billows to the sea	E
About him and above and round the wood	E
The birds that haunt the borders of his flood	E
That bath d within or basked upon his side	E
To tuneful songs their narrow throats applied	E
The captain gives command the joyful train	H
Glide thro the gloomy shade and leave the main	H
Now Erato thy poet s mind inspire	R
And fill his soul with thy celestial fire	L
Relate what Latium was her ancient kings	S
Declare the past and present state of things	S
When first the Trojan fleet Ausonia sought	E
And how the rivals lov d and how they fought	E
These are my theme and how the war began	T
And how concluded by the godlike man	T
For I shall sing of battles blood and rage	U
Which princes and their people did engage	U
And haughty souls that mov d with mutual hate	E
In fighting fields pursued and found their fate	E
That rous d the Tyrrhene realm with loud alarms	V
And peaceful Italy involv d in arms	V
A larger scene of action is display d	E
And rising hence a greater work is weigh d	E
Latinus old and mild had long possess d	E
The Latin scepter and his people blest	E
His father Faunus a Laurentian dame	A
His mother fair Marica was her name	A
But Faunus came from Picus Picus drew	W
His birth from Saturn if records be true	W
Thus King Latinus in the third degree	E
Had Saturn author of his family	E
But this old peaceful prince as Heav n decreed	E
Was blest with no male issue to succeed	E
His sons in blooming youth were snatch d by fate	E
One only daughter heir d the royal state	E
Fir d with her love and with ambition led	E
The neighb ring princes court her nuptial bed	E
Among the crowd but far above the rest	E
Young Turnus to the beauteous maid address d	E
Turnus for high descent and graceful mien	X
Was first and favor d by the Latian queen	X
With him she strove to join Lavinia s hand	E
But dire portents the purpos d match withstand	E
Deep in the palace of long growth there stood	E
A laurel s trunk a venerable wood	E
Where rites divine were paid whose holy hair	Y
Was kept and cut with superstitious care	Y
This plant Latinus when his town he wall d	E
Then found and from the tree Laurentum call d	E
And last in honor of his new abode	E
He vow d the laurel to the laurel s god	E
It happen d once a boding prodigy	E
A swarm of bees that cut the liquid sky	Z
Unknown from whence they took their airy flight	E
Upon the topmost branch in clouds alight	E
There with their clasping feet together clung	A2
And a long cluster from the laurel hung	A2
An ancient augur prophesied from hence	B2
Behold on Latian shores a foreign prince	C2
From the same parts of heav n his navy stands	D2
To the same parts on earth his army lands	D2
The town he conquers and the tow r commands	D2
Yet more when fair Lavinia fed the fire	L
Before the gods and stood beside her sire	L
Strange to relate the flames involv d in smoke	E2
Of incense from the sacred altar broke	E2
Caught her dishevel d hair and rich attire	L
Her crown and jewels crackled in the fire	L
From thence the fuming trail began to spread	E
And lambent glories danc d about her head	E
This new portent the seer with wonder views	F2
Then pausing thus his prophecy renews	F2
The nymph who scatters flaming fires around	E
Shall shine with honor shall herself be crown d	E
But caus d by her irrevocable fate	E
War shall the country waste and change the state	E
Latinus frighted with this dire ostent	E
For counsel to his father Faunus went	E
And sought the shades renown d for prophecy	E
Which near Albunea s sulph rous fountain lie	Z
To these the Latian and the Sabine land	E
Fly when distress d and thence relief demand	E
The priest on skins of off rings takes his ease	G2
And nightly visions in his slumber sees	G2
A swarm of thin rial shapes appears	J
And flutt ring round his temples deafs his ears	J
These he consults the future fates to know	H2
From pow rs above and from the fiends below	H2
Here for the gods advice Latinus flies	N
Off ring a hundred sheep for sacrifice	I2
Their woolly fleeces as the rites requir d	E
He laid beneath him and to rest retir d	E
No sooner were his eyes in slumber bound	E
When from above a more than mortal sound	E
Invades his ears and thus the vision spoke	E2
Seek not my seed in Latian bands to yoke	E2
Our fair Lavinia nor the gods provoke	E2
A foreign son upon thy shore descends	J2
Whose martial fame from pole to pole extends	J2
His race in arms and arts of peace renown d	E
Not Latium shall contain nor Europe bound	E
T is theirs whate er the sun surveys around	E
These answers in the silent night receiv d	E
The king himself divulg d the land believ d	E
The fame thro all the neighb ring nations flew	W
When now the Trojan navy was in view	W
Beneath a shady tree the hero spread	E
His table on the turf with cakes of bread	E
And with his chiefs on forest fruits he fed	E
They sate and not without the god s command	E
Their homely fare dispatch d the hungry band	E
Invade their trenchers next and soon devour	L
To mend the scanty meal their cakes of flour	L
Ascanius this observ d and smiling said	E
See we devour the plates on which we fed	E
The speech had omen that the Trojan race	K2
Should find repose and this the time and place	K2
neas took the word and thus replies	N
Confessing fate with wonder in his eyes	N
All hail O earth all hail my household gods	L2
Behold the destin d place of your abodes	L2
For thus Anchises prophesied of old	E
And this our fatal place of rest foretold	E
When on a foreign shore instead of meat	E
By famine forc d your trenchers you shall eat	E
Then ease your weary Trojans will attend	E
And the	M2

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