Pictures From Theocritus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


Goat herd how sweet above the lucid springB
The high pines wave with breezy murmuringB
So sweet thy song whose music might succeedC
To the wild melodies of Pan's own reedC
More sweet thy pipe's enchanting melodyE
Than streams that fall from broken rocks on highA
Say by the nymphs that guard the sacred sceneF
Where lowly tamarisks shade these hillocks greenF
At noontide shall we lieA
No for o'erwearied with the forest chaseD
Pan the great hunter god sleeps in this placeD
Beneath the branching elm while thy sad verseD
O Thyrsis Daphnis' sorrows shall rehearseD
Fronting the wood nymph's solitary seatG
Whose fountains flash amid the dark retreatG
Where the old statue leans and brown oaks waveH
Their ancient umbrage o'er the pastoral caveH
There will we rest and thou as erst prolongI
The sweet enchantment of the Doric songI
Mark where the beetling precipice appearsD
The toil of the old fisher gray with yearsD
Mark as to drag the laden net he strainsD
The labouring muscle and the swelling veinsD
There in the sun the clustered vineyard bendsD
And shines empurpled as the morn ascendsD
A little boy with idly happy mienF
To guard the grapes upon the ground is seenF
Two wily foxes creeping round appearJ
The scrip that holds his morning meal is nearJ
One breaks the bending vines with longing lipK
And look askance one eyes the tempting scripK
He plats and plats his rushy net all dayL
And makes the vagrant grasshopper his preyL
He plats his net intent with idle careM
Nor heeds how vineyard grape or scrip may fareM
Where were ye nymphs when Daphnis drooped with loveO
In fair Peneus' Tempe or the groveP
Of Pindus Nor your pastimes did ye keepQ
Where huge Anapus' torrent waters sweepQ
On AEtna's height ah impotent to saveH
Nor yet where Akis winds his holy waveH
Pan Pan oh mighty hunter whether nowR
Thou roamest o'er Lyceus' shaggy browR
Or Moenalaus outstretched in amplest shadeS
Thy solitary footsteps have delayedS
Leave Helice's romantic rock a whileA
And haste oh haste to the Sicilian isleA
Leave the dread monument approached with fearJ
That Lycaonian tomb the gods revereJ
Here cease Sicilian Muse the Doric layL
Come Forest King and bear this pipe awayL
Daphnis subdued by love and bowed with woeT
Sinks sinks for ever to the shades belowT
He left us we the hour of parting comeU
To Prasidamus' hospitable homeV
Myself and Eucritus together wendW
With young Amynticus our blooming friendW
There all delighted through the summer dayL
On beds of rushes pillowed deep we layL
Around the lentils newly cut were spreadX
Dark elms and poplars whispered o'er our headX
A hallowed stream to all the wood nymphs dearJ
Fresh from the rocky cavern murmured nearJ
Beneath the fruit leaves' many mantling shadeS
The grasshoppers a coil incessant madeS
From the wild thorny thickets heard remoteY
The wood lark trilled his far resounding noteY
Loud sung the thrush musician of the sceneF
And soft and sweet was heard the dove's sad note betweenF
Then yellow bees whose murmur soothed the earZ
Went idly flitting round the fountain clearJ
Summer and Autumn seemed at once to meetG
Filling with redolence the blest retreatG
While the ripe pear came rolling to our feetG
When the famed Argo now secure had passedA2
The crushing rocks and that terrific straitB2
That guards the wintry Pontic the tall shipK
Reached wild Bebrycia's shores bearing like godsD
Her god descended chiefs They from her sidesD
With scaling steps descend and on the shoreC2
Savage and sad and beat by ocean windsD
Strewed their rough beds and on the casual fireD2
The vessels place The brothers by themselvesD
CASTOR and red haired POLLUX wander farE2
Into the forest solitudes A woodF2
Immense and dark shagging the mountain sideG2
Before them rose a cold and sparkling fountG2
Welled with perpetual lapse beneath its feetG2
Of purest water clear scattering belowT
Streams as of silver and of crystal roseD
Bright from the bottom Pines of stateliest heightG2
Poplar and plane and cypress branching wideG2
Were near thick bordered by the scented flowersD
That lured the honeyed bee when spring declinesD
Thick swarming o'er the meadows There all dayG2
A huge man sat of savage wild aspectG2
His breast stood roundly forward his broad backH2
Seemed as of iron such as might befitG2
A vast Colossus sculptured Full to viewH
The muscles of his brawny shoulders stoodG2
Like the round mountain stones the torrent waveH
Has polished from his neck and back hung downI2
A lion's skin held by its claws Him firstG2
The red haired youth addressed Hail stranger hailA
And say what tribes unknown inhabit hereZ
Take to the seas thy Hail I ask it notG2
Who never saw before or thee or thineJ2
Courage thou seest not men that are unjustG2
Or cruelA
Courage shall I learn from theeE
Thy heart is savage thou art passion's slaveH
Such as I am thou seest but land of thineJ2
I tread notG2
Come these hospitable giftsD
Accept and part in peaceD
No not from theeE
My gifts are yet in storeC2
Say may we drinkK2
Of this clear fountG2
Ask when wan thirst has parchedG2
Thy lipsD
What present shall I give to theeE
None Stand before me as a man lift highH
Thy brandished arms and try weak pugilistG2
Thy strengthL2
But say with whom shall I contendG2
Thou seest him here nor in his art unskilledG2
Then what shall be the prize of him who winsD
Or thou shalt be my slave or I be thineJ2
The crested birds so fightG2
Whether like birdsD
Or lions for no other prize fight weE
He said and sounded loud his hollow conchM2
The gaunt Bebrycian brethren at the soundG2
With long lank hair come flocking to the shadeG2
Of that vast plainN2
Then Castor hied and calledG2
The hero chiefs from the Magnesian shipK

William Lisle Bowles


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