Eclogue Viii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BAAACDEAFGHIJKLMNAOA PQ RSJTUTTAAATOAVTWXAYA ZAATBTA2AB2TC2D2TE2A AF2ATATC2BMTANAG2OAT NATH2I2TN ABT ATGOC2TJ2K2RL2J2TK2T OC2TK2AC2OK2C2AOAM2C 2K2C2TM2K2AOK2N2MTTK 2O2TP2AAM2K2Q2R2OC2M K2AS2M2C2T2OTA

TO POLLIO DAMON ALPHESIBOEUSA
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Of Damon and Alphesiboeus nowB
Those shepherd singers at whose rival strainsA
The heifer wondering forgot to grazeA
The lynx stood awe struck and the flowing streamsA
Unwonted loiterers stayed their course to hearC
How Damon and Alphesiboeus sangD
Their pastoral ditties will I tell the taleE
Thou whether broad Timavus' rocky banksA
Thou now art passing or dost skirt the shoreF
Of the Illyrian main will ever dawnG
That day when I thy deeds may celebrateH
Ever that day when through the whole wide worldI
I may renown thy verse that verse aloneJ
Of Sophoclean buskin worthy foundK
With thee began to thee shall end the strainL
Take thou these songs that owe their birth to theeM
And deign around thy temples to let creepN
This ivy chaplet 'twixt the conquering baysA
Scarce had night's chilly shade forsook the skyO
What time to nibbling sheep the dewy grassA
Tastes sweetest when on his smooth shepherd staffP
Of olive leaning Damon thus beganQ
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DamonR
'Rise Lucifer and heralding the lightS
Bring in the genial day while I make moanJ
Fooled by vain passion for a faithless brideT
For Nysa and with this my dying breathU
Call on the gods though little it besteadT
The gods who heard her vows and heeded notT
'Begin my flute with me Maenalian laysA
Ever hath Maenalus his murmuring grovesA
And whispering pines and ever hears the songsA
Of love lorn shepherds and of Pan who firstT
Brooked not the tuneful reed should idle lieO
'Begin my flute with me Maenalian laysA
Nysa to Mopsus given what may not thenV
We lovers look for soon shall we see mateT
Griffins with mares and in the coming ageW
Shy deer and hounds together come to drinkX
'Begin my flute with me Maenalian laysA
Now Mopsus cut new torches for they bringY
Your bride along now bridegroom scatter nutsA
Forsaking Oeta mounts the evening starZ
'Begin my flute with me Maenalian laysA
O worthy of thy mate while all men elseA
Thou scornest and with loathing dost beholdT
My shepherd's pipe my goats my shaggy browB
And untrimmed beard nor deem'st that any godT
For mortal doings hath regard or careA2
'Begin my flute with me Maenalian laysA
Once with your mother in our orchard garthB2
A little maid I saw you I your guideT
Plucking the dewy apples My twelfth yearC2
I scarce had entered and could barely reachD2
The brittle boughs I looked and I was lostT
A sudden frenzy swept my wits awayE2
'Begin my flute with me Maenalian laysA
Now know I what Love is 'mid savage rocksA
Tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boyF2
Or Garamantes in earth's utmost boundsA
No kin of ours nor of our blood begotT
'Begin my flute with me Maenalian laysA
Fierce Love it was once steeled a mother's heartT
With her own offspring's blood her hands to imbrueC2
Mother thou too wert cruel say wert thouB
More cruel mother or more ruthless heM
Ruthless the boy thou mother cruel tooT
'Begin my flute with me Maenalian laysA
Now let the wolf turn tail and fly the sheepN
Tough oaks bear golden apples alder treesA
Bloom with narcissus flower the tamariskG2
Sweat with rich amber and the screech owl vieO
In singing with the swan let TityrusA
Be Orpheus Orpheus in the forest gladeT
Arion 'mid his dolphins on the deepN
'Begin my flute with me Maenalian laysA
Yea be the whole earth to mid ocean turnedT
Farewell ye woodlands I from the tall peakH2
Of yon aerial rock will headlong plungeI2
Into the billows this my latest giftT
From dying lips bequeathed thee see thou keepN
Cease now my flute now cease Maenalian lays '-
Thus Damon but do ye Pierian MaidsA
We cannot all do all things tell me howB
Alphesiboeus to his strain repliedT
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AlphesiboeusA
'Bring water and with soft wool fillet bindT
These altars round about and burn thereonG
Rich vervain and male frankincense that IO
May strive with magic spells to turn astrayC2
My lover's saner senses whereuntoT
There lacketh nothing save the power of songJ2
'Draw from the town my songs draw Daphnis homeK2
Songs can the very moon draw down from heavenR
Circe with singing changed from human formL2
The comrades of Ulysses and by songJ2
Is the cold meadow snake asunder burstT
'Draw from the town my songs draw Daphnis homeK2
These triple threads of threefold colour firstT
I twine about thee and three times withalO
Around these altars do thine image bearC2
Uneven numbers are the god's delightT
'Draw from the town my songs draw Daphnis homeK2
Now Amaryllis ply in triple knotsA
The threefold colours ply them fast and sayC2
This is the chain of Venus that I plyO
'Draw from the town my songs draw Daphnis homeK2
As by the kindling of the self same fireC2
Harder this clay this wax the softer growsA
So by my love may Daphnis sprinkle mealO
And with bitumen burn the brittle baysA
Me Daphnis with his cruelty doth burnM2
I to melt cruel Daphnis burn this bayC2
'Draw from the town my songs draw Daphnis homeK2
As when some heifer seeking for her steerC2
Through woodland and deep grove sinks wearied outT
On the green sedge beside a stream love lornM2
Nor marks the gathering night that calls her homeK2
As pines that heifer with such love as hersA
May Daphnis pine and I not care to healO
'Draw from the town my songs draw Daphnis homeK2
These relics once dear pledges of himselfN2
The traitor left me which O earth to theeM
Here on this very threshold I commitT
Pledges that bind him to redeem the debtT
'Draw from the town my songs draw Daphnis homeK2
These herbs of bane to me did Moeris giveO2
In Pontus culled where baneful herbs aboundT
With these full oft have I seen Moeris changeP2
To a wolf's form and hide him in the woodsA
Oft summon spirits from the tomb's recessA
And to new fields transport the standing cornM2
'Draw from the town my songs draw Daphnis homeK2
Take ashes Amaryllis fetch them forthQ2
And o'er your head into the running brookR2
Fling them nor look behind with these willO
Upon the heart of Daphnis make essayC2
Nothing for gods nothing for songs cares heM
'Draw from the town my songs draw Daphnis homeK2
Look look I the very embers of themselvesA
Have caught the altar with a flickering flameS2
While I delay to fetch them may the signM2
Prove lucky something it must mean for sureC2
And Hylax on the threshold 'gins to barkT2
May we believe it or are lovers stillO
By their own fancies fooledT
Give o'er my songsA
Daphnis is coming from the town give o'er '-

Virgil



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