What Francesco Said Of The Jubilee'by R. B. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNEOPQRS

What if we call it fifty years 'Tis steepA
To climb so high a gradient Prate of GuidesB
Are we not roped The Danger Nay the TurfC
No less nor more than mountain peaks my friendD
Hears talk of Roping but the JubileeE
Nay there you have me old Francesco onceF
This was in Milan in Visconti's timeG
Our wild Visconti with one lip askanceH
And beard tongue twisted in the nostril's nookI
Parlous enough these times what So are oursJ
Or any times i'fegs to him who thinksK
Well 'twas in Spring the frolic myrtle treesL
There gendered the grave olive stocks you cryM
A miracle Sordello writeth thusN
Believe me that indeed 'twas thus and heE
Francesco you are with me Well there's gloomO
No less than gladness in your fifty yearsP
And so said he to supper as we mayQ
Voltairean So you take it but 'tis lateR
And dinner seven sharp at Primrose HillS

Andrew Lang



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