Dover To Munich Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CBDB EFEF GHGH IHIJ KHKH HLHL MNMN BFBF FBFB OPOP FQFQ LRLL OSOS TNTN NNNUHHHU BBBVNNNV NNNNNNNN NNNNWWWN PPPNFFFN NFIF NNFN BIPI LPNP H NP NLNL PNNN NBNB BFFF FPFP HINI LLBB PXBX LBBB LHNH

Farewell farewell Before our prowA
Leaps in white foam the noisy channelB
A tourist's cap is on my browA
My legs are cased in tourists' flannelB
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Around me gasp the invalidsC
The quantity to night is fearfulB
I take a brace or so of weedsD
And feel as yet extremely cheerfulB
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The night wears on my thirst I quenchE
With one imperial pint of porterF
Then drop upon a casual benchE
The bench is short but I am shorterF
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Place 'neath my head the harve sacG
Which I have stowed my little all inH
And sleep though moist about the backG
Serenely in an old tarpaulinH
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Bed at Ostend at A MI
Breakfast at and trainH
Tickets to Konigswinter memI
The seats objectionably dirtyJ
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And onward through those dreary flatsK
We move with scanty space to sit onH
Flanked by stout girls with steeple hatsK
And waists that paralyse a BritonH
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By many a tidy little townH
Where tidy little Fraus sit knittingL
The men's pursuits are lying downH
Smoking perennial pipes and spittingL
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And doze and execrate the heatM
And wonder how far off Cologne isN
And if we shall get aught to eatM
Till we get there save raw poloniesN
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Until at last the 'grey old pile'B
Is seen is past and three hours laterF
We're ordering steaks and talking vileB
Mock German to an Austrian waiterF
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Konigswinter hateful KonigswinterF
Burying place of all I loved so wellB
Never did the most extensive printerF
Print a tale so dark as thou could'st tellB
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In the sapphire West the eve yet lingeredO
Bathed in kindly light those hill tops coldP
Fringed each cloud and stooping rosy fingeredO
Changed Rhine's waters into molten goldP
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While still nearer did his light waves splinterF
Into silvery shafts the streaming lightQ
And I said I loved thee KonigswinterF
For the glory that was thine that nightQ
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And we gazed till slowly disappearingL
Like a day dream passed the pageant byR
And I saw but those lone hills uprearingL
Dull dark shapes against a hueless skyL
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Then I turned and on those bright hopes ponderedO
Whereof yon gay fancies were the typeS
And my hand mechanically wanderedO
Towards my left hand pocket for a pipeS
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Ah why starts each eyeball from its socketT
As in Hamlet start the guilty Queen'sN
There deep hid in its accustomed pocketT
Lay my sole pipe smashed to smithereensN
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On on the vessel stealsN
Round go the paddle wheelsN
And now the tourist feelsN
As he shouldU
For king like rolls the RhineH
And the scenery's divineH
And the victuals and the wineH
Rather goodU
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From every crag we pass'llB
Rise up some hoar old castleB
The hanging fir groves tasselB
Every slopeV
And the vine her lithe arms stretchesN
O'er peasants singing catchesN
And you'll make no end of sketchesN
I should hopeV
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We've a nun here called ThereseN
Two couriers out of placeN
One Yankee with a faceN
Like a ferret'sN
And three youths in scarlet capsN
Drinking chocolate and schnappsN
A diet which perhapsN
Has its meritsN
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And day again declinesN
In shadow sleep the vinesN
And the last ray through the pinesN
Feebly glowsN
Then sinks behind yon ridgeW
And the usual evening midgeW
Is settling on the bridgeW
Of my noseN
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And keen's the air and coldP
And the sheep are in the foldP
And Night walks sable stoledP
Through the treesN
And on the silent riverF
The floating starbeams quiverF
And now the saints deliverF
Us from fleasN
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Avenues of broad white housesN
Basking in the noontide glareF
Streets which foot of traveller shrinks fromI
As on hot plates shrinks the bearF
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Elsewhere lawns and vista'd gardensN
Statues white and cool arcadesN
Where at eve the German warriorF
Winks upon the German maidsN
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Such is Munich broad and statelyB
Rich of hue and fair of formI
But towards the end of AugustP
Unequivocally WARMI
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There the long dim galleries threadingL
May the artist's eye beholdP
Breathing from the 'deathless canvass'N
Records of the years of oldP
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Pallas there and Jove and JunoH
'Take' once more 'their walks abroad '-
Under Titian's fiery woodlandsN
And the saffron skies of ClaudeP
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There the Amazons of RubensN
Lift the failing arm to strikeL
And the pale light falls in massesN
On the horsemen of VandykeL
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And in Berghem's pools reflectedP
Hang the cattle's graceful shapesN
And Murillo's soft boy facesN
Laugh amid the Seville grapesN
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And all purest loveliest fanciesN
That in poets' souls may dwellB
Started into shape and substanceN
At the touch of RaphaelB
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Lo her wan arms folded meeklyB
And the glory of her hairF
Falling as a robe around herF
Kneels the Magdalene in prayerF
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And the white robed Virgin motherF
Smiles as centuries back she smiledP
Half in gladness half in wonderF
On the calm face of her ChildP
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And that mighty Judgment visionH
Tells how man essayed to climbI
Up the ladder of the agesN
Past the frontier walls of TimeI
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Heard the trumpet echoes rollingL
Through the phantom peopled skyL
And the still voice bid this mortalB
Put on immortalityB
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Thence we turned what time the blackbirdP
Pipes to vespers from his perchX
And from out the clattering cityB
Pass'd into the silent churchX
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Marked the shower of sunlight breakingL
Thro' the crimson panes o'erheadB
And on pictured wall and windowB
Read the histories of the deadB
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Till the kneelers round us risingL
Cross'd their foreheads and were goneH
And o'er aisle and arch and corniceN
Layer on layer the night came onH

Charles Stuart Calverley



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