Amours De Voyage. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC CA BD EDE F BGBHIJAKCL E CCADBAFLBBEECBEMNBIM ODM E BMDLEEBMECDBBBBC B PEMEBBEDELBBQC E BLEBEBEDEDAEEEEBABDE DB E BEEEBEBRBDCEAMLEESES BDEEELML E DELBBMAMEEDBMSBDBEES E AEMCLECELDMCEDADD E BLEDBEMRTCLAAODA E BEEAELLEPMEECEEMLA E ABEBEPEAAEEEUMME E BMDCBEESEAB EAADAEEDBBOMMM E CBELMEEEBEDDBLBBDCFD BCFAMB B BEDEBEBB BEBB B EEDBO COABDLCABSRBCC| Oh you are sick of self love Malvolio | A |
| And taste with a distempered appetite | B |
| SHAKSPEARE | C |
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| I doutait de tout m me de l'arnour | C |
| FRENCH NOVEL | A |
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| Solvitur ambulando | B |
| SOLUTIO SOPHISMATUM | D |
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| Flevit amores | E |
| Non elaboratum ad pedem | D |
| HORACE | E |
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| CANTO I | F |
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| Over the great windy waters and over the clear crested summit | B |
| Unto the sun and the sky and unto the perfecter earth | G |
| Come let us go to a land wherein gods of the old time wandered | B |
| Where every breath even now changes to ether divine | H |
| Come let us go though withal a voice whisper 'The world that we live in | I |
| Whithersoever we turn still is the same narrow crib | J |
| 'Tis but to prove limitation and measure a cord that we travel | A |
| Let who would 'scape and be free go to his chamber and think | K |
| 'Tis but to change idle fancies for memories wilfully falser | C |
| 'Tis but to go and have been ' Come little bark let us go | L |
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| I CLAUDE TO EUSTACE | E |
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| Dear Eustatio I write that you may write me an answer | C |
| Or at the least to put us again en rapport with each other | C |
| Rome disappoints me much St Peter's perhaps in especial | A |
| Only the Arch of Titus and view from the Lateran please me | D |
| This however perhaps is the weather which truly is horrid | B |
| Greece must be better surely and yet I am feeling so spiteful | A |
| That I could travel to Athens to Delphi and Troy and Mount Sinai | F |
| Though but to see with my eyes that these are vanity also | L |
| Rome disappoints me much I hardly as yet understand but | B |
| Rubbishy seems the word that most exactly would suit it | B |
| All the foolish destructions and all the sillier savings | E |
| All the incongruous things of past incompatible ages | E |
| Seem to be treasured up here to make fools of present and future | C |
| Would to Heaven the old Goths had made a cleaner sweep of it | B |
| Would to Heaven some new ones would come and destroy these churches | E |
| However one can live in Rome as also in London | M |
| It is a blessing no doubt to be rid at least for a time of | N |
| All one's friends and relations yourself forgive me included | B |
| All the assujettissement of having been what one has been | I |
| What one thinks one is or thinks that others suppose one | M |
| Yet in despite of all we turn like fools to the English | O |
| Vernon has been my fate who is here the same that you knew him | D |
| Making the tour it seems with friends of the name of Trevellyn | M |
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| II CLAUDE TO EUSTACE | E |
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| Rome disappoints me still but I shrink and adapt myself to it | B |
| Somehow a tyrannous sense of a superincumbent oppression | M |
| Still wherever I go accompanies ever and makes me | D |
| Feel like a tree shall I say buried under a ruin of brickwork | L |
| Rome believe me my friend is like its own Monte Testaceo | E |
| Merely a marvellous mass of broken and castaway wine pots | E |
| Ye gods what do I want with this rubbish of ages departed | B |
| Things that nature abhors the experiments that she has failed in | M |
| What do I find in the Forum An archway and two or three pillars | E |
| Well but St Peter's Alas Bernini has filled it with sculpture | C |
| No one can cavil I grant at the size of the great Coliseum | D |
| Doubtless the notion of grand and capacious and massive amusement | B |
| This the old Romans had but tell me is this an idea | B |
| Yet of solidity much but of splendour little is extant | B |
| 'Brickwork I found thee and marble I left thee ' their Emperor vaunted | B |
| 'Marble I thought thee and brickwork I find thee ' the Tourist may answer | C |
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| III GEORGINA TREVELLYN TO LOUISA | B |
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| At last dearest Louisa I take up my pen to address you | P |
| Here we are you see with the seven and seventy boxes | E |
| Courier Papa and Mamma the children and Mary and Susan | M |
| Here we all are at Rome and delighted of course with St Peter's | E |
| And very pleasantly lodged in the famous Piazza di Spagna | B |
| Rome is a wonderful place but Mary shall tell you about it | B |
| Not very gay however the English are mostly at Naples | E |
| There are the A 's we hear and most of the W party | D |
| George however is come did I tell you about his mustachios | E |
| Dear I must really stop for the carriage they tell me is waiting | L |
| Mary will finish and Susan is writing they say to Sophia | B |
| Adieu dearest Louise evermore your faithful Georgina | B |
| Who can a Mr Claude be whom George has taken to be with | Q |
| Very stupid I think but George says so very clever | C |
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| IV CLAUDE TO EUSTACE | E |
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| No the Christian faith as at any rate I understood it | B |
| With its humiliations and exaltations combining | L |
| Exaltations sublime and yet diviner abasements | E |
| Aspirations from something most shameful here upon earth and | B |
| In our poor selves to something most perfect above in the heavens | E |
| No the Christian faith as I at least understood it | B |
| Is not here O Rome in any of these thy churches | E |
| Is not here but in Freiburg or Rheims or Westminster Abbey | D |
| What in thy Dome I find in all thy recenter efforts | E |
| Is a something I think more rational far more earthly | D |
| Actual less ideal devout not in scorn and refusal | A |
| But in a positive calm Stoic Epicurean acceptance | E |
| This I begin to detect in St Peter's and some of the churches | E |
| Mostly in all that I see of the sixteenth century masters | E |
| Overlaid of course with infinite gauds and gewgaws | E |
| Innocent playful follies the toys and trinkets of childhood | B |
| Forced on maturer years as the serious one thing needful | A |
| By the barbarian will of the rigid and ignorant Spaniard | B |
| Curious work meantime re entering society how we | D |
| Walk a livelong day great Heaven and watch our shadows | E |
| What our shadows seem forsooth we will ourselves be | D |
| Do I look like that you think me that then I am that | B |
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| V CLAUDE TO EUSTACE | E |
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| Luther they say was unwise like a half taught German he could not | B |
| See that old follies were passing most tranquilly out of remembrance | E |
| Leo the Tenth was employing all efforts to clear out abuses | E |
| Jupiter Juno and Venus Fine Arts and Fine Letters the Poets | E |
| Scholars and Sculptors and Painters were quietly clearing away the | B |
| Martyrs and Virgins and Saints or at any rate Thomas Aquinas | E |
| He must forsooth make a fuss and distend his huge Wittenberg lungs and | B |
| Bring back Theology once yet again in a flood upon Europe | R |
| Lo you for forty days from the windows of heaven it fell the | B |
| Waters prevail on the earth yet more for a hundred and fifty | D |
| Are they abating at last the doves that are sent to explore are | C |
| Wearily fain to return at the best with a leaflet of promise | E |
| Fain to return as they went to the wandering wave tost vessel | A |
| Fain to re enter the roof which covers the clean and the unclean | M |
| Luther they say was unwise he didn't see how things were going | L |
| Luther was foolish but O great God what call you Ignatius | E |
| O my tolerant soul be still I but you talk of barbarians | E |
| Alaric Attila Genseric why they came they killed they | S |
| Ravaged and went on their way but these vile tyrannous Spaniards | E |
| These are here still how long O ye heavens in the country of Dante | S |
| These that fanaticized Europe which now can forget them release not | B |
| This their choicest of prey this Italy here you see them | D |
| Here with emasculate pupils and gimcrack churches of Gesu | E |
| Pseudo learning and lies confessional boxes and postures | E |
| Here with metallic beliefs and regimental devotions | E |
| Here overcrusting with slime perverting defacing debasing | L |
| Michael Angelo's dome that had hung the Pantheon in heaven | M |
| Raphael's Joys and Graces and thy clear stars Galileo | L |
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| VI CLAUDE TO EUSTACE | E |
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| Which of three Misses Trevellyn it is that Vernon shall marry | D |
| Is not a thing to be known for our friend is one of those natures | E |
| Which have their perfect delight in the general tender domestic | L |
| So that he trifles with Mary's shawl ties Susan's bonnet | B |
| Dances with all but at home is most they say with Georgina | B |
| Who is however too silly in my apprehension for Vernon | M |
| I as before when I wrote continue to see them a little | A |
| Not that I like them much or care a bajocco for Vernon | M |
| But I am slow at Italian have not many English acquaintance | E |
| And I am asked in short and am not good at excuses | E |
| Middle class people these bankers very likely not wholly | D |
| Pure of the taint of the shop will at table d'h te and restaurant | B |
| Have their shilling's worth their penny's pennyworth even | M |
| Neither man's aristocracy this nor God's God' knoweth | S |
| Yet they are fairly descended they give you to know well connected | B |
| Doubtless somewhere in some neighbourhood have and are careful to keep some | D |
| Threadbare genteel relations who in their turn are enchanted | B |
| Grandly among county people to introduce at assemblies | E |
| To the unpennied cadets our cousins with excellent fortunes | E |
| Neither man's aristocracy this nor God's God knoweth | S |
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| VII CLAUDE TO EUSTACE | E |
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| Ah what a shame indeed to abuse these most worthy people | A |
| Ah what a sin to have sneered at their innocent rustic pretensions | E |
| Is it not laudable really this reverent worship of station | M |
| Is it not fitting that wealth should tender this homage to culture | C |
| Is it not touching to witness these efforts if little availing | L |
| Painfully made to perform the old ritual service of manners | E |
| Shall not devotion atone for the absence of knowledge and fervour | C |
| Palliate cover the fault of a superstitious observance | E |
| Dear dear what do I say but alas just now like Iago | L |
| I can be nothing at all if it is not critical wholly | D |
| So in fantastic height in coxcomb exultation | M |
| Here in the garden I walk can freely concede to the Maker | C |
| That the works of His hand are all very good His creatures | E |
| Beast of the field and fowl He brings them before me I name them | D |
| That which I name them they are the bird the beast and the cattle | A |
| But for Adam alas poor critical coxcomb Adam | D |
| But for Adam there is not found an help meet for him | D |
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| VIII CLAUDE TO EUSTACE | E |
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| No great Dome of Agrippa thou art not Christian canst not | B |
| Strip and replaster and daub and do what they will with thee be so | L |
| Here underneath the great porch of colossal Corinthian columns | E |
| Here as I walk do I dream of the Christian belfries above them | D |
| Or on a bench as I sit and abide for long hours till thy whole vast | B |
| Round grows dim as in dreams to my eyes I repeople thy niches | E |
| Not with the Martyrs and Saints and Confessors and Virgins and children | M |
| But with the mightier forms of an older austerer worship | R |
| And I recite to myself how | T |
| Eager for battle here | C |
| Stood Vulcan here matronal Juno | L |
| And with the bow to his shoulder faithful | A |
| He who with pure dew laveth of Castaly | A |
| His flowing locks who holdeth of Lycia | O |
| The oak forest and the wood that bore him | D |
| Delos' and Patara's own Apollo | A |
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| IX CLAUDE TO EUSTACE | E |
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| Yet it is pleasant I own it to be in their company pleasant | B |
| Whatever else it may be to abide in the feminine presence | E |
| Pleasant but wrong will you say But this happy serene coexistence | E |
| Is to some poor soft souls I fear a necessity simple | A |
| Meat and drink and life and music filling with sweetness | E |
| Thrilling with melody sweet with harmonies strange overwhelming | L |
| All the long silent strings of an awkward meaningless fabric | L |
| Yet as for that I could live I believe with children to have those | E |
| Pure and delicate forms encompassing moving about you | P |
| This were enough I could think and truly with glad resignation | M |
| Could from the dream of Romance from the fever of flushed adolescence | E |
| Look to escape and subside into peaceful avuncular functions | E |
| Nephews and nieces alas for as yet I have none and moreover | C |
| Mothers are jealous I fear me too often too rightfully fathers | E |
| Think they have title exclusive to spoiling their own little darlings | E |
| And by the law of the land in despite of Malthusian doctrine | M |
| No sort of proper provision is made for that most patriotic | L |
| Most meritorious subject the childless and bachelor uncle | A |
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| X CLAUDE TO EUSTACE | E |
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| Ye too marvellous Twain that erect on the Monte Cavallo | A |
| Stand by your rearing steeds in the grace of your motionless movement | B |
| Stand with your upstretched arms and tranquil regardant faces | E |
| Stand as instinct with life in the might of immutable manhood | B |
| O ye mighty and strange ye ancient divine ones of Hellas | E |
| Are ye Christian too to convert and redeem and renew you | P |
| Will the brief form have sufficed that a Pope has set up on the apex | E |
| Of the Egyptian stone that o'ertops you the Christian symbol | A |
| And ye silent supreme in serene and victorious marble | A |
| Ye that encircle the walls of the stately Vatican chambers | E |
| Juno and Ceres Minerva Apollo the Muses and Bacchus | E |
| Ye unto whom far and near come posting the Christian pilgrims | E |
| Ye that are ranged in the halls of the mystic Christian Pontiff | U |
| Are ye also baptized are ye of the kingdom of Heaven | M |
| Utter O some one the word that shall reconcile Ancient and Modern | M |
| Am I to turn me from this unto thee great Chapel of Sixtus | E |
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| XI CLAUDE TO EUSTACE | E |
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| These are the facts The uncle the elder brother the squire a | B |
| Little embarrassed I fancy resides in the family place in | M |
| Cornwall of course 'Papa is in business ' Mary informs me | D |
| He's a good sensible man whatever his trade is The mother | C |
| Is shall I call it fine herself she would tell you refined and | B |
| Greatly I fear me looks down on my bookish and maladroit manners | E |
| Somewhat affecteth the blue would talk to me often of poets | E |
| Quotes which I hate Childe Harold but also appreciates Wordsworth | S |
| Sometimes adventures on Schiller and then to religion diverges | E |
| Questions me much about Oxford and yet in her loftiest flights still | A |
| Grates the fastidious ear with the slightly mercantile accent | B |
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| Is it contemptible Eustace I'm perfectly ready to think so | E |
| Is it the horrible pleasure of pleasing inferior people | A |
| I am ashamed my own self and yet true it is if disgraceful | A |
| That for the first time in life I am living and moving with freedom | D |
| I who never could talk to the people I meet with my uncle | A |
| I who have always failed I trust me can suit the Trevellyns | E |
| I believe me great conquest am liked by the country bankers | E |
| And I am glad to be liked and like in return very kindly | D |
| So it proceeds Laissez faire laissez aller such is the watch word | B |
| Well I know there are thousands as pretty and hundreds as pleasant | B |
| Girls by the dozen as good and girls in abundance with polish | O |
| Higher and manners more perfect than Susan or Mary Trevellyn | M |
| Well I know after all it is only juxtaposition | M |
| Juxtaposition in short and what is juxtaposition | M |
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| XII CLAUDE TO EUSTACE | E |
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| But I am in for it now laissez faire of a truth laissez aller | C |
| Yes I am going I feel it I feel and cannot recall it | B |
| Fusing with this thing and that entering into all sorts of relations | E |
| Tying I know not what ties which whatever they are I know one thing | L |
| Will and must woe is me be one day painfully broken | M |
| Broken with painful remorses with shrinkings of soul and relentings | E |
| Foolish delays more foolish evasions most foolish renewals | E |
| But I have made the step have quitted the ship of Ulysses | E |
| Quitted the sea and the shore passed into the magical island | B |
| Yet on my lips is the moly medicinal offered of Hermes | E |
| I have come into the precinct the labyrinth closes around me | D |
| Path into path rounding slyly I pace slowly on and the fancy | D |
| Struggling awhile to sustain the long sequences weary bewildered | B |
| Fain must collapse in despair I yield I am lost and know nothing | L |
| Yet in my bosom unbroken remaineth the clue I shall use it | B |
| Lo with the rope on my loins I descend through the fissure I sink yet | B |
| Inly secure in the strength of invisible arms up above me | D |
| Still wheresoever I swing wherever to shore or to shelf or | C |
| Floor of cavern untrodden shell sprinkled enchanting I know I | F |
| Yet shall one time feel the strong cord tighten about me | D |
| Feel it relentless upbear me from spots I would rest in and though the | B |
| Rope sway wildly I faint crags wound me from crag unto crag re | C |
| Bounding or wide in the void I die ten deaths ere the end I | F |
| Yet shall plant firm foot on the broad lofty spaces I quit shall | A |
| Feel underneath me again the great massy strengths of abstraction | M |
| Look yet abroad from the height o'er the sea whose salt wave I have tasted | B |
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| XIII GEORGINA TREVELLYN TO LOUISA | B |
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| Dearest Louisa Inquire if you please about Mr Claude | B |
| He has been once at R and remembers meeting the H 's | E |
| Harriet L perhaps may be able to tell you about him | D |
| It is an awkward youth but still with very good manners | E |
| Not without prospects we hear and George says highly connected | B |
| Georgy declares it absurd but Mamma is alarmed and insists he has | E |
| Taken up strange opinions and may be turning a Papist | B |
| Certainly once he spoke of a daily service he went to | B |
| 'Where ' we asked and he laughed and answered 'At the Pantheon ' | - |
| This was a temple you know and now is a Catholic church and | B |
| Though it is said that Mazzini has sold it for Protestant service | E |
| Yet I suppose this change can hardly as yet be effected | B |
| Adieu again evermore my dearest your loving Georgina | B |
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| P S BY MARY TREVELLYN | B |
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| I am to tell you you say what I think of our last new acquaintance | E |
| Well then I think that George has a very fair right to be jealous | E |
| I do not like him much though I do not dislike being with him | D |
| He is what people call I suppose a superior man and | B |
| Certainly seems so to me but I think he is terribly selfish | O |
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| Alba thou findest me still and Alba thou findest me ever | C |
| Now from the Capitol steps now over Titus's Arch | O |
| Here from the large grassy spaces that spread from the Lateran portal | A |
| Towering o'er aqueduct lines lost in perspective between | B |
| Or from a Vatican window or bridge or the high Coliseum | D |
| Clear by the garlanded line cut of the Flavian ring | L |
| Beautiful can I not call thee and yet thou hast power to o'ermaster | C |
| Power of mere beauty in dreams Alba thou hauntest me still | A |
| Is it religion I ask me or is it a vain superstition | B |
| Slavery abject and gross service too feeble of truth | S |
| Is it an idol I bow to or is it a god that I worship | R |
| Do I sink back on the old or do I soar from the mean | B |
| So through the city I wander and question unsatisfied ever | C |
| Reverent so I accept doubtful because I revere | C |
Arthur Hugh Clough
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