Homer's Battle Of The Frogs And Mice. Book Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme

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When rosy finger'd Morn had ting'd the Clouds	A
Around their Monarch Mouse the Nation crouds	A
Slow rose the Monarch heav'd his anxious Breast	B
And thus the Council fill'd with Rage addrest	B
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For lost Psycarpax much my Soul endures	A
'Tis mine the private Grief the publick yours	A
Three warlike Sons adorn'd my nuptial Bed	B
Three Sons alas before their Father dead	B
Our Eldest perish'd by the rav'ning Cat	B
As near my Court the Prince unheedful sate	B
Our next an Engine fraught with Danger drew	C
The Portal gap'd the Bait was hung in View	C
Dire Arts assist the Trap the Fates decoy	D
And Men unpitying kill'd my gallant Boy	D
The last his Country's Hope his Parent's Pride	B
Plung'd in the Lake by Physignathus dy'd	B
Rouse all the War my Friends avenge the Deed	B
And bleed that Monarch and his Nation bleed	B
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His Words in ev'ry Breast inspir'd Alarms	A
And careful Mars supply'd their Host with Arms	A
In verdant Hulls despoil'd of all their Beans	A
The buskin'd Warriours stalk'd along the Plains	A
Quills aptly bound their bracing Corselet made	B
Fac'd with the Plunder of a Cat they flay'd	B
The Lamp's round Boss affords their ample Shield	B
Large Shells of Nuts their cov'ring Helmet yield	B
And o'er the Region with reflected Rays	A
Tall Groves of Needles for their Lances blaze	A
Dreadful in Arms the marching Mice appear	E
The wond'ring Frogs perceive the Tumult near	E
Forsake the Waters thick'ning form a Ring	F
And ask and hearken whence the Noises spring	F
When near the Croud disclos'd to publick View	C
The valiant Chief Embasichytros drew	C
The sacred Herald's Scepter grac'd his Hand	B
And thus his Words exprest his King's Command	B
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Ye Frogs the Mice with Vengeance fir'd advance	A
And deckt in Armour shake the shining Lance	A
Their hapless Prince by Physignathus slain	G
Extends incumbent on the watry Plain	G
Then arm your Host the doubtful Battle try	H
Lead forth those Frogs that have the Soul to die	H
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The Chief retires the Crowd the Challenge hear	I
And proudly swelling yet perplex'd appear	E
Much they resent yet much their Monarch blame	J
Who rising spoke to clear his tainted Fame	J
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O Friends I never forc'd the Mouse to Death	K
Nor saw the Gaspings of his latest Breath	K
He vain of Youth our Art of Swimming try'd	H
And vent'rous in the Lake the Wanton dy'd	H
To Vengeance now by false Appearance led	H
They point their Anger at my guiltless Head	H
But wage the rising War by deep Device	A
And turn its Fury on the crafty Mice	A
Your King directs the Way my Thoughts elate	H
With Hopes of Conquest form Designs of Fate	H
Where high the Banks their verdant Surface heave	L
And the steep Sides confine the sleeping Wave	M
There near the Margin and in Armour bright	H
Sustain the first impetuous Shocks of Fight	H
Then where the dancing Feather joins the Crest	H
Let each brave Frog his obvious Mouse arrest	H
Each strongly grasping headlong plunge a Foe	N
'Till countless Circles whirl the Lake below	N
Down sink the Mice in yielding Waters drown'd	H
Loud flash the Waters ecchoing Shores resound	H
The Frogs triumphant tread the conquer'd Plain	G
And raise their glorious Trophies of the slain	G
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He spake no more his prudent Scheme imparts	A
Redoubling Ardour to the boldest Hearts	A
Green was the Suit his arming Heroes chose	A
Around their Legs the Greaves of Mallows close	A
Green were the Beetes about their Shoulders laid	H
And green the Colewort which the Target made	H
Form'd of the vary'd Shells the Waters yield	H
Their glossy Helmets glist'ned o'er the Field	H
And tap'ring Sea Reeds for the polish'd Spear	E
With upright Order pierc'd the ambient Air	O
Thus dress'd for War they take th' appointed Height	H
Poize the long Arms and urge the promis'd Fight	H
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But now where Jove's irradiate Spires arise	A
With Stars surrounded in thereal Skies	A
A Solemn Council call'd the brazen Gates	A
Unbar the Gods assume their golden Seats	A
The Sire superiour leans and points to show	N
What wond'rous Combats Mortals wage below	N
How strong how large the num'rous Heroes stride	H
What Length of Lance they shake with warlike Pride	H
What eager Fire their rapid March reveals	A
So the fierce Centaurs ravag'd o'er the Dales	A
And so confirm'd the daring Titans rose	A
Heap'd Hills on Hills and bid the Gods be Foes	A
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This seen the Pow'r his sacred Visage rears	A
He casts a pitying Smile on worldly Cares	A
And asks what heav'nly Guardians take the List	H
Or who the Mice or who the Frogs assist	H
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Then thus to Pallas If my Daughter's Mind	H
Have join'd the Mice why stays she still behind	H
Drawn forth by sav'ry Steams they wind their Way	P
And sure Attendance round thine Altar pay	P
Where while the Victims gratify their Tast	H
They sport to please the Goddess of the Feast	H
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Thus spake the Ruler of the spacious Skies	A
When thus resolv'd the Blue Ey'd Maid replies	A
In vain my Father all their Dangers plead	H
To such thy Pallas never grants her Aid	H
My flow'ry Wreaths they petulantly spoil	Q
And rob my chrystal Lamps of feeding Oil	Q
Ills following Ills but what afflicts me more	R
My Veil that idle Race profanely tore	R
The Web was curious wrought with Art divine	S
Relentless Wretches all the Work was mine	S
Along the Loom the purple Warp I spread	H
Cast the light Shoot and crost the silver Thread	H
In this their Teeth a thousand Breaches tear	O
The thousand Breaches skilful Hands repair	O
For which vile earthly Dunns thy Daughter grieve	L
And Gods that use no Coin have none to give	T
And Learning's Goddess never less can owe	N
Neglected Learning gets no Wealth below	N
Nor let the Frogs to gain my Succour sue	C
Those clam'rous Fools have lost my Favour too	C
For late when all the Conflict ceast at Night	H
When my stretch'd Sinews work'd with eager Fight	H
When spent with glorious Toil I left the Field	H
And sunk for Slumber on my swelling Shield	H
Lo from the Deep repelling sweet Repose	A
With noisy Croakings half the Nation rose	A
Devoid of Rest with aking Brows I lay	P
'Till Cocks proclaim'd the crimson Dawn of Day	P
Let all like me from either Host forbear	O
Nor tempt the flying Furies of the Spear	O
Let heav'nly Blood or what for Blood may flow	N
Adorn the Conquest of a meaner Foe	N
Who wildly rushing meet the wond'rous Odds	A
Tho' Gods oppose and brave the wounded Gods	A
O'er gilded Clouds reclin'd the Danger view	C
And be the Wars of Mortals Scenes for you	C
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So mov'd the blue ey'd Queen her Words persuade	H
Great Jove assented and the rest obey'd	H

Thomas Parnell

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