Amours De Voyage, Canto I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Over the great windy waters and over the clear crested summitsA
Unto the sun and the sky and unto the perfecter earthB
Come let us go to a land wherein gods of the old time wanderedC
Where every breath even now changes to ether divineD
Come let us go though withal a voice whisper 'The world that we live inE
Whithersoever we turn still is the same narrow cribF
'Tis but to prove limitation and measure a cord that we travelG
Let who would 'scape and be free go to his chamber and thinkH
'Tis but to change idle fancies for memories wilfully falserI
'Tis but to go and have been ' Come little bark let us goJ
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I Claude to EustaceK
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Dear Eustatio I write that you may write me an answerI
Or at the least to put us again en rapport with each otherI
Rome disappoints me much St Peter's perhaps in especialG
Only the Arch of Titus and view from the Lateran please meL
This however perhaps is the weather which truly is horridM
Greece must be better surely and yet I am feeling so spitefulG
That I could travel to Athens to Delphi and Troy and Mount SinaiN
Though but to see with my eyes that these are vanity alsoJ
Rome disappoints me much I hardly as yet understand it butO
Rubbishy seems the word that most exactly would suit itP
All the foolish destructions and all the sillier savingsQ
All the incongruous things of past incompatible agesR
Seem to be treasured up here to make fools of present and futureI
Would to Heaven the old Goths had made a cleaner sweep of itP
Would to Heaven some new ones would come and destroy these churchesR
However one can live in Rome as also in LondonS
It is a blessing no doubt to be rid at least for a time ofT
All one's friends and relations yourself forgive me includedM
All the assujettissement of having been what one has beenE
What one thinks one is or thinks that others suppose oneS
Yet in despite of all we turn like fools to the EnglishU
Vernon has been my fate who is here the same that you knew himV
Making the tour it seems with friends of the name of TrevellynS
The Oxford Edition edited by A L P NorringtonS
includes a line immediately following thisW
Rome is better than London because it is other than LondonS
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II Claude to EustaceK
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Rome disappoints me still but I shrink and adapt myself to itP
Somehow a tyrannous sense of a superincumbent oppressionS
Still wherever I go accompanies ever and makes meL
Feel like a tree shall I say buried under a ruin of brickworkJ
Rome believe me my friend is like its own Monte TestaceoK
Merely a marvellous mass of broken and castaway wine potsK
Ye gods what do I want with this rubbish of ages departedM
Things that Nature abhors the experiments that she has failed inS
What do I find in the Forum An archway and two or three pillarsK
Well but St Peter's Alas Bernini has filled it with sculptureI
No one can cavil I grant at the size of the great ColiseumX
Doubtless the notion of grand and capacious and massive amusementY
This the old Romans had but tell me is this an ideaZ
Yet of solidity much but of splendour little is extantY
'Brickwork I found thee and marble I left thee ' their Emperor vauntedA2
'Marble I thought thee and brickwork I find thee ' the Tourist may answerI
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III Georgina Trevellyn to LouisaZ
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At last dearest Louisa I take up my pen to address youB2
Here we are you see with the seven and seventy boxesK
Courier Papa and Mamma the children and Mary and SusanS
Here we all are at Rome and delighted of course with St Peter'sK
And very pleasantly lodged in the famous Piazza di SpagnaZ
Rome is a wonderful place but Mary shall tell you about itP
Not very gay however the English are mostly at NaplesK
There are the A 's we hear and most of the W partyL
George however is come did I tell you about his mustachiosK
Dear I must really stop for the carriage they tell me is waitingJ
Mary will finish and Susan is writing they say to SophiaZ
Adieu dearest Louise evermore your faithful GeorginaZ
Who can a Mr Claude be whom George has taken to be withC2
Very stupid I think but George says so very cleverI
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IV Claude to EustaceK
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No the Christian faith as at any rate I understood itP
With its humiliations and exaltations combiningJ
Exaltations sublime and yet diviner abasementsK
Aspirations from something most shameful here upon earth andD2
In our poor selves to something most perfect above in the heavensK
No the Christian faith as I at least understood itP
Is not here O Rome in any of these thy churchesK
Is not here but in Freiburg or Rheims or Westminster AbbeyL
What in thy Dome I find in all thy recenter effortsK
Is a something I think more rational far more earthlyL
Actual less ideal devout not in scorn and refusalG
But in a positive calm Stoic Epicurean acceptanceK
This I begin to detect in St Peter's and some of the churchesK
Mostly in all that I see of the sixteenth century mastersK
Overlaid of course with infinite gauds and gewgawsK
Innocent playful follies the toys and trinkets of childhoodE2
Forced on maturer years as the serious one thing needfulG
By the barbarian will of the rigid and ignorant SpaniardC
Curious work meantime re entering society how weL
Walk a livelong day great Heaven and watch our shadowsK
What our shadows seem forsooth we will ourselves beL
Do I look like that you think me that then I am thatF2
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V Claude to EustaceK
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Luther they say was unwise like a half taught German he could notG2
See that old follies were passing most tranquilly out of remembranceK
Leo the Tenth was employing all efforts to clear out abusesK
Jupiter Juno and Venus Fine Arts and Fine Letters the PoetsK
Scholars and Sculptors and Painters were quietly clearing away theZ
Martyrs and Virgins and Saints or at any rate Thomas AquinasK
He must forsooth make a fuss and distend his huge Wittenberg lungs andD2
Bring back Theology once yet again in a flood upon EuropeH2
Lo you for forty days from the windows of heaven it fell theZ
Waters prevail on the earth yet more for a hundred and fiftyL
Are they abating at last the doves that are sent to explore areI
Wearily fain to return at the best with a leaflet of promiseK
Fain to return as they went to the wandering wave tost vesselG
Fain to re enter the roof which covers the clean and the uncleanS
Luther they say was unwise he didn't see how things were goingJ
Luther was foolish but O great God what call you IgnatiusK
O my tolerant soul be still but you talk of barbariansK
Alaric Attila Genseric why they came they killed theyI2
Ravaged and went on their way but these vile tyrannous SpaniardsK
These are here still how long O ye heavens in the country of DanteI2
These that fanaticized Europe which now can forget them release notG2
This their choicest of prey this Italy here you see themJ2
Here with emasculate pupils and gimcrack churches of GesuK
Pseudo learning and lies confessional boxes and posturesK
Here with metallic beliefs and regimental devotionsK
Here overcrusting with slime perverting defacing debasingJ
Michael Angelo's Dome that had hung the Pantheon in heavenS
Raphael's Joys and Graces and thy clear stars GalileoJ
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VI Claude to EustaceK
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Which of three Misses Trevellyn it is that Vernon shall marryL
Is not a thing to be known for our friend is one of those naturesK
Which have their perfect delight in the general tender domesticJ
So that he trifles with Mary's shawl ties Susan's bonnetO
Dances with all but at home is most they say with GeorginaZ
Who is however too silly in my apprehension for VernonS
I as before when I wrote continue to see them a littleG
Not that I like them mucJ

Arthur Hugh Clough



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