At Rome Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCBAA DDDEEEEF FFCCAAGGHHIIJJEKLLMM NNOOPPFFFQQOOAAARRO richly soiled and richly sunned | A |
Exuberant fervid and fecund | A |
Is this the fixed condition | B |
On which may Northern pilgrim come | C |
To imbibe thine ether air and sum | C |
Thy store of old tradition | B |
Must we be chill if clean and stand | A |
Foot deep in dirt on classic land | A |
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So is it in all ages so | D |
And in all places man can know | D |
From homely roots unseen below | D |
The stem in forest field and bower | E |
Derives the emanative power | E |
That crowns it with the ethereal flower | E |
From mixtures foetid foul and sour | E |
Draws juices that those petals fill | F |
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Ah Nature if indeed thy will | F |
Thou own'st it it shall not be ill | F |
And truly here in this quick clime | C |
Where scarcely bound by space or time | C |
The elements in half a day | A |
Toss off with exquisitest play | A |
What our cold seasons toil and grieve | G |
And never quite at last achieve | G |
Where processes with pain and fear | H |
Disgust and horror wrought appear | H |
The quick mutations of a dance | I |
Wherein retiring but to advance | I |
Life in brief interpause of death | J |
One moment sitting taking breath | J |
Forth comes again as glad as e'er | E |
In some new figure full as fair | K |
Where what has scarcely ceased to be | L |
Instinct with newer birth we see | L |
What dies already look you lives | M |
In such a clime who thinks forgives | M |
Who sees will understand who knows | N |
In calm of knowledge find repose | N |
And thoughtful as of glory gone | O |
So too of more to come anon | O |
Of permanent existence sure | P |
Brief intermediate breaks endure | P |
O Nature if indeed thy will | F |
Thou ownest it it is not ill | F |
And e'en as oft on heathy hill | F |
On moorland black and ferny fells | Q |
Beside thy brooks and in thy dells | Q |
Was welcomed erst the kindly stain | O |
Of thy true earth e'en so again | O |
With resignation fair and meet | A |
The dirt and refuse of thy street | A |
My philosophic foot shall greet | A |
So leave but perfect to my eye | R |
Thy columns set against thy sky | R |
Arthur Hugh Clough
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