Eclogue X Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHICJKLMNOPQRSO THUVWDXXUWTYTOTTZO OTA2TWB2C2POD2E2HD2F 2OG2OOTH2HI2TTTCJ2MW WOTOK2L2FOM2ON2D2IOW HO OTHO2P2A2D2TN2WWGALLUS | A |
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This now the very latest of my toils | B |
Vouchsafe me Arethusa needs must I | C |
Sing a brief song to Gallus brief but yet | D |
Such as Lycoris' self may fitly read | E |
Who would not sing for Gallus So when thou | F |
Beneath Sicanian billows glidest on | G |
May Doris blend no bitter wave with thine | H |
Begin The love of Gallus be our theme | I |
And the shrewd pangs he suffered while hard by | C |
The flat nosed she goats browse the tender brush | J |
We sing not to deaf ears no word of ours | K |
But the woods echo it What groves or lawns | L |
Held you ye Dryad maidens when for love | M |
Love all unworthy of a loss so dear | N |
Gallus lay dying for neither did the slopes | O |
Of Pindus or Parnassus stay you then | P |
No nor Aonian Aganippe Him | Q |
Even the laurels and the tamarisks wept | R |
For him outstretched beneath a lonely rock | S |
Wept pine clad Maenalus and the flinty crags | O |
Of cold Lycaeus The sheep too stood around | T |
Of us they feel no shame poet divine | H |
Nor of the flock be thou ashamed even fair | U |
Adonis by the rivers fed his sheep | V |
Came shepherd too and swine herd footing slow | W |
And from the winter acorns dripping wet | D |
Menalcas All with one accord exclaim | X |
'From whence this love of thine ' Apollo came | X |
'Gallus art mad ' he cried 'thy bosom's care | U |
Another love is following 'Therewithal | W |
Silvanus came with rural honours crowned | T |
The flowering fennels and tall lilies shook | Y |
Before him Yea and our own eyes beheld | T |
Pan god of Arcady with blood red juice | O |
Of the elder berry and with vermilion dyed | T |
'Wilt ever make an end ' quoth he 'behold | T |
Love recks not aught of it his heart no more | Z |
With tears is sated than with streams the grass | O |
Bees with the cytisus or goats with leaves ' | - |
'Yet will ye sing Arcadians of my woes | O |
Upon your mountains ' sadly he replied | T |
'Arcadians that alone have skill to sing | A2 |
O then how softly would my ashes rest | T |
If of my love one day your flutes should tell | W |
And would that I of your own fellowship | B2 |
Or dresser of the ripening grape had been | C2 |
Or guardian of the flock for surely then | P |
Let Phyllis or Amyntas or who else | O |
Bewitch me what if swart Amyntas be | D2 |
Dark is the violet dark the hyacinth | E2 |
Among the willows 'neath the limber vine | H |
Reclining would my love have lain with me | D2 |
Phyllis plucked garlands or Amyntas sung | F2 |
Here are cool springs soft mead and grove Lycoris | O |
Here might our lives with time have worn away | G2 |
But me mad love of the stern war god holds | O |
Armed amid weapons and opposing foes | O |
Whilst thou Ah might I but believe it not | T |
Alone without me and from home afar | H2 |
Look'st upon Alpine snows and frozen Rhine | H |
Ah may the frost not hurt thee may the sharp | I2 |
And jagged ice not wound thy tender feet | T |
I will depart re tune the songs I framed | T |
In verse Chalcidian to the oaten reed | T |
Of the Sicilian swain Resolved am I | C |
In the woods rather with wild beasts to couch | J2 |
And bear my doom and character my love | M |
Upon the tender tree trunks they will grow | W |
And you my love grow with them And meanwhile | W |
I with the Nymphs will haunt Mount Maenalus | O |
Or hunt the keen wild boar No frost so cold | T |
But I will hem with hounds thy forest glades | O |
Parthenius Even now methinks I range | K2 |
O'er rocks through echoing groves and joy to launch | L2 |
Cydonian arrows from a Parthian bow | F |
As if my madness could find healing thus | O |
Or that god soften at a mortal's grief | M2 |
Now neither Hamadryads no nor songs | O |
Delight me more ye woods away with you | N2 |
No pangs of ours can change him not though we | D2 |
In the mid frost should drink of Hebrus' stream | I |
And in wet winters face Sithonian snows | O |
Or when the bark of the tall elm tree bole | W |
Of drought is dying should under Cancer's Sign | H |
In Aethiopian deserts drive our flocks | O |
Love conquers all things yield we too to love ' | - |
These songs Pierian Maids shall it suffice | O |
Your poet to have sung the while he sat | T |
And of slim mallow wove a basket fine | H |
To Gallus ye will magnify their worth | O2 |
Gallus for whom my love grows hour by hour | P2 |
As the green alder shoots in early Spring | A2 |
Come let us rise the shade is wont to be | D2 |
Baneful to singers baneful is the shade | T |
Cast by the juniper crops sicken too | N2 |
In shade Now homeward having fed your fill | W |
Eve's star is rising go my she goats go | W |
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