A Very Woful Ballade Of The Art Critic (to E. A. Abbey.) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACCDBD ABAEBDBD ABACBDCD F G BDBD| A spirit came to my sad bed | A |
| And weary sad that night was I | B |
| Who'd tottered since the dawn was red | A |
| Through miles of Grosvenor Gallery | C |
| Yea leagues of long Academy | C |
| Awaited me when morn grew white | D |
| 'Twas then the Spirit whispered nigh | B |
| Take up the pen my friend and write | D |
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| Of many a portrait grey as lead | A |
| Of many a mustard coloured sky | B |
| Say much where little should be said | A |
| Lay on thy censure dexterously | E |
| With microscopic glances pry | B |
| At textures Tadema's delight | D |
| Praise foreign swells they always sky | B |
| Take up the pen my friend and write | D |
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| I answered 'Tis for daily bread | A |
| A sorry crust I ween and dry | B |
| That still with aching feet and head | A |
| I push this lawful industry | C |
| 'Mid pictures hung or low or high | B |
| But touching that which I indite | D |
| Do artists hold me lovingly | C |
| Take up the pen my friend and write | D |
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| The Spirit writeth in form of | F |
| - | |
| ENVOY | G |
| - | |
| They fain would black thy dexter eye | B |
| They hate thee with a bitter spite | D |
| But scribble since thou must or die | B |
| Take tip the pen my friend and write | D |
Andrew Lang
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