Imperante Augusto Natus Est-- Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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What it was struck the terror into meA
This Publius closer while we wait our turnB
I'll tell you Water's warm they ring insideC
At the eighth hour till when no use to batheD
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Here in the vestibule where now we sitE
One scarce stood yesterday the throng was suchF
Of loyal gapers folk all eye and earG
While Lucius Varius Rufus in their midstH
Read out that long planned late completed pieceI
His Panegyric on the EmperorJ
Nobody like him little Flaccus laughedK
At leading forth an Epos with due pompL
Only when godlike C sar swells the themeM
How should mere mortals hope to praise arightK
Tell me thou offshoot of Etruscan kingsN
Whereat M cenas smiling sighed assentK
I paid my quadrans left the Therm roarO
Of rapture as the poet asked What placeP
Among the godships Jove for C sar's sakeQ
Would bid its actual occupant vacateK
In favor of the new divinityK
And got the expected answer Yield thine ownR
Jove thus dethroned I somehow wanted airS
And found myself a pacing street and streetK
Letting the sunset rosy over RomeT
Clear my head dizzy with the hubbub sayU
As if thought's dance therein had kicked up dustK
By trampling on all else the world lay proneR
As poet propped in brave hexametersU
Their subject triumphed up from man to GodK
Caius Octavius C sar the AugustK
Where was escape from his prepotencyU
I judge I may have passed how many pilesU
Of structure dropt like doles from his free handK
To Rome on every side Why right and leftK
For temples you've the Thundering JupiterJ
Avenging Mars Apollo PalatineV
How count Piazza Forum there's a thirdK
All but completed You've the TheatreJ
Named of Marcellus all his work such workW
One thought still ending dominating allX
With warrant Varius sang Be C sar GodK
By what a hold arrests he Fortune's wheelY
Obtaining and retaining heaven and earthZ
Through Fortune if you like but favor noA2
For the great deeds flashed by me fast and thickB2
As stars which storm the sky on autumn nightsU
Those conquests but peace crowned them so of peaceU
Count up his titles only these in fewC2
Ten years Triumvir Consul thirteen timesU
Emperor nay the glory topping allX
Hailed Father of his Country last and bestK
Of titles by himself accepted soA2
And why not See but feats achieved in RomeT
Not to say Italy he planted thereS
Some thirty colonies but Rome itselfD2
All new built marble now brick once he boastsU
This Portico that Circus Would you sailE2
He has drained Tiber for you would you walkF2
He straightened out the long Flaminian WayU
Poor Profit by his score of donativesU
Rich that is mirthful Half a hundred gamesU
Challenge your choice There's Rome for you and meK
Only The centre of the world besidesU
For look the wide world over where ends RomeT
To sunrise There's Euphrates all betweenG2
To sunset Ocean and immensityK
North stare till Danube stops you South see NileH2
The Desert and the earth upholding MountK
Well may the poet people each with eachI2
Vie in his praise our company of swansU
Virgil and Horace singers in their wayU
Nearly as good as Varius though less famedK
Well may they cry No mortal plainly GodK
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Thus to myself myself said while I walkedK
Or would have said could thought attain to speechI2
Clean baffled by enormity of blissU
The while I strove to scale its heights and soundK
Its depths this Amsterdam o'er all the worldK
Of one who was but born like you like meK
Like all the world he owns of flesh and bloodK
But he how grasp how gauge his own conceitK
Of bliss to me near inconceivableJ2
Or since such flight too much makes reel the brainK2
Let's sink and so take refuge as it wereJ
From life's excessive altitude to lift'sU
Breathable wayside shelter at its baseU
If blooms thus large this C sar to myselfD2
Of senatorial rank and somebodyK
How must he strike the vulgar nameless crowdK
In numerous swarm that's nobody at allX
Why for an instance much as yon gold shapeL2
Crowned sceptred on the temple oppositeK
Fulgurant Jupiter must daze the senseU
Of say yon outcast begging from its stepM2
What Anti C sar monarch in the mudK
As he is pinnacled above thy pateK
Ay beg away thy lot contrasts full wellN2
With his whose bounty yields thee this supportK
Our Holy and Inviolable OneO2
C sar whose bounty built the fane aboveP2
Dost read my thought Thy garb alack displaysU
Sore usage truly in each rent and stainK2
Faugh Wash though in Suburra 'Ware the dogsU
Who may not so disdain a meal on theeK
What stretchest forth a palm to catch my almsU
Aha why yes I must appear who knowsU
I in my toga to thy rags and theeK
Qu stor nay dile Censor Pol perhapsU
The very City Pr tor's noble selfD2
As to me C sar so to thee am IQ2
Good nor in vain shall prove thy quest poor rogueR2
Hither hold palm out take this quarter asU
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And who did take it As he raised his headK
My gesture was a trifle well abruptK
Back fell the broad flap of the peasant's hatK
The homespun cloak that muffled half his checkS2
Dropped somewhat and I had a glimpse just oneO2
One was enough Whose whose might be the faceU
That unkempt careless hair brown yellowishT2
Those sparkling eyes beneath their eyebrows' ridgeU2
Each meets each and the hawk nose rules betweenG2
That was enough no glimpse was needed moreO
And terrifyingly into my mindK
Came that quick hushed report was whispered usU
They do say once a year in sordid garbV2
He plays the mendicant sits all day longW2
Asking and taking alms of who may passU
And so averting if submission helpX2
Fate's envy the dread chance and change of thingsU
When Fortune for a word a look a naughtK
Turns spiteful and the petted lionessU
Strikes with her sudden paw and prone falls eachI2
Who patted late her neck superiorlyN2
Or trifled with those claw tips velvet sheathedK
He's God shouts Lucius Varius Rufus ManY2
And worms' meat any moment mutters lowN2
Some Power admonishing the mortal bornZ2
Ay do you mind There's meaning in the factK
That whoso conquers triumphs enters RomeT
Climbing the Capitolian soaring thusU
To glory's summit Publius do you markA3
Ever the same attendant who behindK
Above the Conqueror's head supports the crownB3
All too demonstrative for human wearS
One hand's employment all the while reservesU
Its fellow backward flung to point how closeU
Appended from the car beneath the footK
Of the up borne exulting ConquerorJ
Frown half descried the instruments of shameC3
The malefactor's due Crown now Cross whenD3
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Who stands secure Are even Gods so safeE3
Jupiter that just now is dominantK
Are not there ancient dismal tales how onceU
A predecessor reigned ere Saturn cameC3
And who can say if Jupiter be lastK
Was it for nothing the gray Sibyl wroteK
C sar Augustus regnant shall be bornZ2
In blind Jud a one to master himF3
Him and the universe An old wife's taleN2
Bath drudge Here slave No cheating Our turn nextK
No loitering or be sure you taste the lashG3
Two strigils two oil drippers each a spongeH3

Robert Browning



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