Homer And Laertes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFG HIJ KB ILMN OPD Q NRN S T DUNDV WVND XYNZA2 N YZB2C2D2NE2 F2EDNC G2DDDNH2NI2J2K2L2NM2 NVN2IN O2 K2NP2

Laertes Gods help thee and restore to thee thy sightA
My good old guest I am more old than thouB
Yet have outlived by many years my sonC
Odysseus and the chaste PenelopeD
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Homer Hither I come to visit thee and singE
His wanderings and his wisdom tho my voiceF
Be not the voice it wasG
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Laertes First let us tasteH
My old sound wine and break my bread less oldI
But old enough for teeth like thine and mineJ
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Homer So be it I sing best when such good cheerK
Refreshes me and such a friend as thouB
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Laertes Far hast thou wandered since we met and toldI
Strange stories Wert thou not afraid some GodL
Or Goddess should have siez'd upon thy earM
For talking what thou toldest of their pranksN
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Homer They often came about me while I sleptO
And brought me dreams none painful none profaneP
They loved thy son and for his sake loved meD
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Laertes Apollo I well know was much thy friendQ
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Homer He did not treat me quite as MarsyasN
Was treated by him lest he should I sangR
His praise in my best chaunt for Gods love praiseN
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Laertes Have they enricht thee for I see thy cloak is raggedS
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Homer Ragged cloak is poet's garbT
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Laertes I have two better one of them for theeD
Penelope who died five years agoU
Spun it her husband wore it only onceN
And but one year the anniversaryD
Of their espousalV
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Homer Wear it will I notW
But I will hang it on the brightest nailV
Of the first temple where Apollo sitsN
Golden hair'd in his gloryD
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Laertes So thou shaltX
If so it please thee yet we first will quaffY
The gift of Bakkos for methinks his giftsN
Are quite as welcome to the sons of songZ
And cheer them oftenerA2
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Girl entersN
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Maiden come thou nighY
And sit thee down and thou shalt hear a songZ
After a while which Gods may listen toB2
But place the flask upon the board and waitC2
Until the stranger hath allaid his thirstD2
For poets grasshoppers and nightingalesN
Sing cheerily but when the throat is moistE2
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Homer I sang to maidens in my prime againF2
But not before the morrow will I singE
Let me repose this noontide since in soothD
Wine a sweet remedy for wearinessN
Helps to uplift its burdenC
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Laertes Lie then downG2
Along you mat bestrown with rosemaryD
And Agatha do thou bring speedilyD
The two large ewers and fill brimfull the bathD
Capacious that of brass Penelope'sN
Own bath wherein she laught to see her boyH2
Paddle like cygnet with its broad black oarsN
Nor shunn'd the chilly water he threw upI2
Against her face he who grew soon so sageJ2
Then do thou maiden from hot cauldron pourK2
Enough to make it soothing to the feetL2
After bring store of rushes and long leavesN
Of cane sweet smelling from the inland bankM2
Of that famed river far across the seaN
Opposite to our eyes invisibleV
Be sure thou smoothen with both hands his couchN2
Who has the power to make both young and oldI
Live throughout agesN
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Agatha And look well throughoutO2
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Laertes Aye aye and better than they lookt beforeK2
May thou rest well old wanderer Even the GodsN
Repose the Sun himself sinks down to restP2

Walter Savage Landor



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