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Dover To Munich Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Farewell farewell Before our prow	A
Leaps in white foam the noisy channel	B
A tourist's cap is on my brow	A
My legs are cased in tourists' flannel	B
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Around me gasp the invalids	C
The quantity to night is fearful	B
I take a brace or so of weeds	D
And feel as yet extremely cheerful	B
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The night wears on my thirst I quench	E
With one imperial pint of porter	F
Then drop upon a casual bench	E
The bench is short but I am shorter	F
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Place 'neath my head the harve sac	G
Which I have stowed my little all in	H
And sleep though moist about the back	G
Serenely in an old tarpaulin	H
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Bed at Ostend at A M	I
Breakfast at and train	H
Tickets to Konigswinter mem	I
The seats objectionably dirty	J
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And onward through those dreary flats	K
We move with scanty space to sit on	H
Flanked by stout girls with steeple hats	K
And waists that paralyse a Briton	H
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By many a tidy little town	H
Where tidy little Fraus sit knitting	L
The men's pursuits are lying down	H
Smoking perennial pipes and spitting	L
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And doze and execrate the heat	M
And wonder how far off Cologne is	N
And if we shall get aught to eat	M
Till we get there save raw polonies	N
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Until at last the 'grey old pile'	B
Is seen is past and three hours later	F
We're ordering steaks and talking vile	B
Mock German to an Austrian waiter	F
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Konigswinter hateful Konigswinter	F
Burying place of all I loved so well	B
Never did the most extensive printer	F
Print a tale so dark as thou could'st tell	B
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In the sapphire West the eve yet lingered	O
Bathed in kindly light those hill tops cold	P
Fringed each cloud and stooping rosy fingered	O
Changed Rhine's waters into molten gold	P
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While still nearer did his light waves splinter	F
Into silvery shafts the streaming light	Q
And I said I loved thee Konigswinter	F
For the glory that was thine that night	Q
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And we gazed till slowly disappearing	L
Like a day dream passed the pageant by	R
And I saw but those lone hills uprearing	L
Dull dark shapes against a hueless sky	L
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Then I turned and on those bright hopes pondered	O
Whereof yon gay fancies were the type	S
And my hand mechanically wandered	O
Towards my left hand pocket for a pipe	S
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Ah why starts each eyeball from its socket	T
As in Hamlet start the guilty Queen's	N
There deep hid in its accustomed pocket	T
Lay my sole pipe smashed to smithereens	N
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On on the vessel steals	N
Round go the paddle wheels	N
And now the tourist feels	N
As he should	U
For king like rolls the Rhine	H
And the scenery's divine	H
And the victuals and the wine	H
Rather good	U
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From every crag we pass'll	B
Rise up some hoar old castle	B
The hanging fir groves tassel	B
Every slope	V
And the vine her lithe arms stretches	N
O'er peasants singing catches	N
And you'll make no end of sketches	N
I should hope	V
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We've a nun here called Therese	N
Two couriers out of place	N
One Yankee with a face	N
Like a ferret's	N
And three youths in scarlet caps	N
Drinking chocolate and schnapps	N
A diet which perhaps	N
Has its merits	N
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And day again declines	N
In shadow sleep the vines	N
And the last ray through the pines	N
Feebly glows	N
Then sinks behind yon ridge	W
And the usual evening midge	W
Is settling on the bridge	W
Of my nose	N
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And keen's the air and cold	P
And the sheep are in the fold	P
And Night walks sable stoled	P
Through the trees	N
And on the silent river	F
The floating starbeams quiver	F
And now the saints deliver	F
Us from fleas	N
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Avenues of broad white houses	N
Basking in the noontide glare	F
Streets which foot of traveller shrinks from	I
As on hot plates shrinks the bear	F
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Elsewhere lawns and vista'd gardens	N
Statues white and cool arcades	N
Where at eve the German warrior	F
Winks upon the German maids	N
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Such is Munich broad and stately	B
Rich of hue and fair of form	I
But towards the end of August	P
Unequivocally WARM	I
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There the long dim galleries threading	L
May the artist's eye behold	P
Breathing from the 'deathless canvass'	N
Records of the years of old	P
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Pallas there and Jove and Juno	H
'Take' once more 'their walks abroad '	-
Under Titian's fiery woodlands	N
And the saffron skies of Claude	P
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There the Amazons of Rubens	N
Lift the failing arm to strike	L
And the pale light falls in masses	N
On the horsemen of Vandyke	L
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And in Berghem's pools reflected	P
Hang the cattle's graceful shapes	N
And Murillo's soft boy faces	N
Laugh amid the Seville grapes	N
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And all purest loveliest fancies	N
That in poets' souls may dwell	B
Started into shape and substance	N
At the touch of Raphael	B
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Lo her wan arms folded meekly	B
And the glory of her hair	F
Falling as a robe around her	F
Kneels the Magdalene in prayer	F
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And the white robed Virgin mother	F
Smiles as centuries back she smiled	P
Half in gladness half in wonder	F
On the calm face of her Child	P
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And that mighty Judgment vision	H
Tells how man essayed to climb	I
Up the ladder of the ages	N
Past the frontier walls of Time	I
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Heard the trumpet echoes rolling	L
Through the phantom peopled sky	L
And the still voice bid this mortal	B
Put on immortality	B
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Thence we turned what time the blackbird	P
Pipes to vespers from his perch	X
And from out the clattering city	B
Pass'd into the silent church	X
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Marked the shower of sunlight breaking	L
Thro' the crimson panes o'erhead	B
And on pictured wall and window	B
Read the histories of the dead	B
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Till the kneelers round us rising	L
Cross'd their foreheads and were gone	H
And o'er aisle and arch and cornice	N
Layer on layer the night came on	H