Horace: Book 1, Ode 22 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAC DEDE FGFH IJKJ LMLM NONO

The man my friend whose conscious heartA
With virtue's sacred ardour glowsB
Nor taints with death the envenom'd dartA
Nor needs the guard of Moorish bowsC
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Though Scythia's icy cliffs he treadsD
Or horrid Afric's faithless sandsE
Or where the fam'd Hydaspes spreadsD
His liquid wealth o'er barbarous landsE
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For while by Chloe's image charm'dF
Too far in Sabine woods I stray'dG
Me singing careless and unarm'dF
A grisly wolf surprised and fledH
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No savage more portentous stain'dI
Apulia's spacious wilds with goreJ
None fiercer Juba's thirsty landK
Dire nurse of raging lions boreJ
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Place me where no soft summer galeL
Among the quivering branches sighsM
Where clouds condensed for ever veilL
With horrid gloom the frowning skiesM
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Place me beneath the burning lineN
A clime denied to human raceO
I'll sing of Cloe's charms divineN
Her heavenly voice and beauteous faceO

Samuel Johnson



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