Imperante Augusto Natus Est-- Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFGHIJKLMKNKOPQKKRSK TUKRUKKUUKKJVKJWXKYZ A2B2UUC2UXKA2TSD2UE2 F2UUUKUTG2KH2KI2UUKK KI2UKKKKKJ2K2JUUD2KK XL2KUM2KKN2KO2P2UK2U KUUKUD2Q2R2U KKKS2O2UT2U2G2OKUV2W 2UX2UKUI2N2KY2N2Z2KT UA3KB3SUUKJC3D3 E3KUC3KKZ2F3N2KG3H3| What it was struck the terror into me | A |
| This Publius closer while we wait our turn | B |
| I'll tell you Water's warm they ring inside | C |
| At the eighth hour till when no use to bathe | D |
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| Here in the vestibule where now we sit | E |
| One scarce stood yesterday the throng was such | F |
| Of loyal gapers folk all eye and ear | G |
| While Lucius Varius Rufus in their midst | H |
| Read out that long planned late completed piece | I |
| His Panegyric on the Emperor | J |
| Nobody like him little Flaccus laughed | K |
| At leading forth an Epos with due pomp | L |
| Only when godlike C sar swells the theme | M |
| How should mere mortals hope to praise aright | K |
| Tell me thou offshoot of Etruscan kings | N |
| Whereat M cenas smiling sighed assent | K |
| I paid my quadrans left the Therm roar | O |
| Of rapture as the poet asked What place | P |
| Among the godships Jove for C sar's sake | Q |
| Would bid its actual occupant vacate | K |
| In favor of the new divinity | K |
| And got the expected answer Yield thine own | R |
| Jove thus dethroned I somehow wanted air | S |
| And found myself a pacing street and street | K |
| Letting the sunset rosy over Rome | T |
| Clear my head dizzy with the hubbub say | U |
| As if thought's dance therein had kicked up dust | K |
| By trampling on all else the world lay prone | R |
| As poet propped in brave hexameters | U |
| Their subject triumphed up from man to God | K |
| Caius Octavius C sar the August | K |
| Where was escape from his prepotency | U |
| I judge I may have passed how many piles | U |
| Of structure dropt like doles from his free hand | K |
| To Rome on every side Why right and left | K |
| For temples you've the Thundering Jupiter | J |
| Avenging Mars Apollo Palatine | V |
| How count Piazza Forum there's a third | K |
| All but completed You've the Theatre | J |
| Named of Marcellus all his work such work | W |
| One thought still ending dominating all | X |
| With warrant Varius sang Be C sar God | K |
| By what a hold arrests he Fortune's wheel | Y |
| Obtaining and retaining heaven and earth | Z |
| Through Fortune if you like but favor no | A2 |
| For the great deeds flashed by me fast and thick | B2 |
| As stars which storm the sky on autumn nights | U |
| Those conquests but peace crowned them so of peace | U |
| Count up his titles only these in few | C2 |
| Ten years Triumvir Consul thirteen times | U |
| Emperor nay the glory topping all | X |
| Hailed Father of his Country last and best | K |
| Of titles by himself accepted so | A2 |
| And why not See but feats achieved in Rome | T |
| Not to say Italy he planted there | S |
| Some thirty colonies but Rome itself | D2 |
| All new built marble now brick once he boasts | U |
| This Portico that Circus Would you sail | E2 |
| He has drained Tiber for you would you walk | F2 |
| He straightened out the long Flaminian Way | U |
| Poor Profit by his score of donatives | U |
| Rich that is mirthful Half a hundred games | U |
| Challenge your choice There's Rome for you and me | K |
| Only The centre of the world besides | U |
| For look the wide world over where ends Rome | T |
| To sunrise There's Euphrates all between | G2 |
| To sunset Ocean and immensity | K |
| North stare till Danube stops you South see Nile | H2 |
| The Desert and the earth upholding Mount | K |
| Well may the poet people each with each | I2 |
| Vie in his praise our company of swans | U |
| Virgil and Horace singers in their way | U |
| Nearly as good as Varius though less famed | K |
| Well may they cry No mortal plainly God | K |
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| Thus to myself myself said while I walked | K |
| Or would have said could thought attain to speech | I2 |
| Clean baffled by enormity of bliss | U |
| The while I strove to scale its heights and sound | K |
| Its depths this Amsterdam o'er all the world | K |
| Of one who was but born like you like me | K |
| Like all the world he owns of flesh and blood | K |
| But he how grasp how gauge his own conceit | K |
| Of bliss to me near inconceivable | J2 |
| Or since such flight too much makes reel the brain | K2 |
| Let's sink and so take refuge as it were | J |
| From life's excessive altitude to lift's | U |
| Breathable wayside shelter at its base | U |
| If blooms thus large this C sar to myself | D2 |
| Of senatorial rank and somebody | K |
| How must he strike the vulgar nameless crowd | K |
| In numerous swarm that's nobody at all | X |
| Why for an instance much as yon gold shape | L2 |
| Crowned sceptred on the temple opposite | K |
| Fulgurant Jupiter must daze the sense | U |
| Of say yon outcast begging from its step | M2 |
| What Anti C sar monarch in the mud | K |
| As he is pinnacled above thy pate | K |
| Ay beg away thy lot contrasts full well | N2 |
| With his whose bounty yields thee this support | K |
| Our Holy and Inviolable One | O2 |
| C sar whose bounty built the fane above | P2 |
| Dost read my thought Thy garb alack displays | U |
| Sore usage truly in each rent and stain | K2 |
| Faugh Wash though in Suburra 'Ware the dogs | U |
| Who may not so disdain a meal on thee | K |
| What stretchest forth a palm to catch my alms | U |
| Aha why yes I must appear who knows | U |
| I in my toga to thy rags and thee | K |
| Qu stor nay dile Censor Pol perhaps | U |
| The very City Pr tor's noble self | D2 |
| As to me C sar so to thee am I | Q2 |
| Good nor in vain shall prove thy quest poor rogue | R2 |
| Hither hold palm out take this quarter as | U |
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| And who did take it As he raised his head | K |
| My gesture was a trifle well abrupt | K |
| Back fell the broad flap of the peasant's hat | K |
| The homespun cloak that muffled half his check | S2 |
| Dropped somewhat and I had a glimpse just one | O2 |
| One was enough Whose whose might be the face | U |
| That unkempt careless hair brown yellowish | T2 |
| Those sparkling eyes beneath their eyebrows' ridge | U2 |
| Each meets each and the hawk nose rules between | G2 |
| That was enough no glimpse was needed more | O |
| And terrifyingly into my mind | K |
| Came that quick hushed report was whispered us | U |
| They do say once a year in sordid garb | V2 |
| He plays the mendicant sits all day long | W2 |
| Asking and taking alms of who may pass | U |
| And so averting if submission help | X2 |
| Fate's envy the dread chance and change of things | U |
| When Fortune for a word a look a naught | K |
| Turns spiteful and the petted lioness | U |
| Strikes with her sudden paw and prone falls each | I2 |
| Who patted late her neck superiorly | N2 |
| Or trifled with those claw tips velvet sheathed | K |
| He's God shouts Lucius Varius Rufus Man | Y2 |
| And worms' meat any moment mutters low | N2 |
| Some Power admonishing the mortal born | Z2 |
| Ay do you mind There's meaning in the fact | K |
| That whoso conquers triumphs enters Rome | T |
| Climbing the Capitolian soaring thus | U |
| To glory's summit Publius do you mark | A3 |
| Ever the same attendant who behind | K |
| Above the Conqueror's head supports the crown | B3 |
| All too demonstrative for human wear | S |
| One hand's employment all the while reserves | U |
| Its fellow backward flung to point how close | U |
| Appended from the car beneath the foot | K |
| Of the up borne exulting Conqueror | J |
| Frown half descried the instruments of shame | C3 |
| The malefactor's due Crown now Cross when | D3 |
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| Who stands secure Are even Gods so safe | E3 |
| Jupiter that just now is dominant | K |
| Are not there ancient dismal tales how once | U |
| A predecessor reigned ere Saturn came | C3 |
| And who can say if Jupiter be last | K |
| Was it for nothing the gray Sibyl wrote | K |
| C sar Augustus regnant shall be born | Z2 |
| In blind Jud a one to master him | F3 |
| Him and the universe An old wife's tale | N2 |
| Bath drudge Here slave No cheating Our turn next | K |
| No loitering or be sure you taste the lash | G3 |
| Two strigils two oil drippers each a sponge | H3 |
Robert Browning
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