Hugh Selwyn Mauberly (part I) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB C ADAD EFEF CCGC HICJ KALA M NOPQ RSSS CACA M TSSS SUSU VSSS WSES SECE SSXS Y EYE B SS ACSCEC CC ZVA2SW B2S CC2S C CSSS W C2AD2E E2F2 SS S F2G2EH2 SSCS SSI2S CSES ASBS J2SSS A SK2TK2 J2L2J2L2 M2J2J2J2 SJ2N2J2 J2SK2S A SSCS SZSU E J2CCC CSEEW J2SK2S BSCC SO2J2 WSAJ2 S BCJ2C ASSS SP2K2P2 W EK2K2E ECCE W K2WAW EECE BEJ2E WK2J2K2 ECEC Q2J2CJ2 CWEW| Vocat aestus in umbram | A |
| Nemesianus Es IV | B |
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| E P Ode pour l' lection de son s pulchre | C |
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| For three years out of key with his time | A |
| He strove to resuscitate the dead art | D |
| Of poetry to maintain the sublime | A |
| In the old sense Wrong from the start | D |
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| No hardly but seeing he had been born | E |
| In a half savage country out of date | F |
| Bent resolutely on wringing lilies from the acorn | E |
| Capaneus trout for factitious bait | F |
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| Idmen gar toi panth os eni Troie | C |
| Caught in the unstopped ear | C |
| Giving the rocks small lee way | G |
| The chopped seas held him therefore that year | C |
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| His true Penelope was Flaubert | H |
| He fished by obstinate isles | I |
| Observed the elegance of Circe's hair | C |
| Rather than the mottoes on sun dials | J |
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| Unaffected by the march of events | K |
| He passed from men's memory in l'an trentiesme | A |
| De son eage the case presents | L |
| No adjunct to the Muses' diadem | A |
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| II | M |
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| The age demanded an image | N |
| Of its accelerated grimace | O |
| Something for the modern stage | P |
| Not at any rate an Attic grace | Q |
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| Not not certainly the obscure reveries | R |
| Of the inward gaze | S |
| Better mendacities | S |
| Than the classics in paraphrase | S |
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| The age demanded chiefly a mould in plaster | C |
| Made with no loss of time | A |
| A prose kinema not not assuredly alabaster | C |
| Or the sculpture of rhyme | A |
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| III | M |
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| The tea rose tea gown etc | T |
| Supplants the mousseline of Cos | S |
| The pianola replaces | S |
| Sappho's barbitos | S |
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| Christ follows Dionysus | S |
| Phallic and ambrosial | U |
| Made way for macerations | S |
| Caliban casts out Ariel | U |
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| All things are a flowing | V |
| Sage Heracleitus says | S |
| But a tawdry cheapness | S |
| Shall reign throughout our days | S |
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| Even the Christian beauty | W |
| Defects after Samothrace | S |
| We see to kalon | E |
| Decreed in the market place | S |
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| Faun's flesh is not to us | S |
| Nor the saint's vision | E |
| We have the press for wafer | C |
| Franchise for circumcision | E |
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| All men in law are equals | S |
| Free of Peisistratus | S |
| We choose a knave or an eunuch | X |
| To rule over us | S |
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| A bright Apollo | Y |
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| tin andra tin eroa tina theon | E |
| What god man or hero | Y |
| Shall I place a tin wreath upon | E |
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| IV | B |
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| These fought in any case | S |
| and some believing pro domo in any case | S |
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| Some quick to arm | A |
| some for adventure | C |
| some from fear of weakness | S |
| some from fear of censure | C |
| some for love of slaughter in imagination | E |
| learning later | C |
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| some in fear learning love of slaughter | C |
| Died some pro patria non dulce non et decor | C |
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| walked eye deep in hell | Z |
| believing in old men's lies then unbelieving | V |
| came home home to a lie | A2 |
| home to many deceits | S |
| home to old lies and new infamy | W |
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| usury age old and age thick | B2 |
| and liars in public places | S |
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| Daring as never before wastage as never before | C |
| Young blood and high blood | C2 |
| Fair cheeks and fine bodies | S |
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| fortitude as never before | C |
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| frankness as never before | C |
| disillusions as never told in the old days | S |
| hysterias trench confessions | S |
| laughter out of dead bellies | S |
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| V | W |
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| There died a myriad | C2 |
| And of the best among them | A |
| For an old bitch gone in the teeth | D2 |
| For a botched civilization | E |
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| Charm smiling at the good mouth | E2 |
| Quick eyes gone under earth's lid | F2 |
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| For two gross of broken statues | S |
| For a few thousand battered books | S |
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| Yeux Glauques | S |
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| Gladstone was still respected | F2 |
| When John Ruskin produced | G2 |
| Kings Treasuries Swinburne | E |
| And Rossetti still abused | H2 |
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| F tid Buchanan lifted up his voice | S |
| When that faun's head of hers | S |
| Became a pastime for | C |
| Painters and adulterers | S |
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| The Burne Jones cartons | S |
| Have preserved her eyes | S |
| Still at the Tate they teach | I2 |
| Cophetua to rhapsodize | S |
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| Thin like brook water | C |
| With a vacant gaze | S |
| The English Rubaiyat was still born | E |
| In those days | S |
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| The thin clear gaze the same | A |
| Still darts out faun like from the half ruin'd face | S |
| Questing and passive | B |
| Ah poor Jenny's case | S |
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| Bewildered that a world | J2 |
| Shows no surprise | S |
| At her last maquero's | S |
| Adulteries | S |
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| Siena Mi Fe' Disfecemi Maremma | A |
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| Among the pickled f tuses and bottled bones | S |
| Engaged in perfecting the catalogue | K2 |
| I found the last scion of the | T |
| Senatorial families of Strasbourg Monsieur Verog | K2 |
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| For two hours he talked of Gallifet | J2 |
| Of Dowson of the Rhymers' Club | L2 |
| Told me how Johnson Lionel died | J2 |
| By falling from a high stool in a pub | L2 |
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| But showed no trace of alcohol | M2 |
| At the autopsy privately performed | J2 |
| Tissue preserved the pure mind | J2 |
| Arose toward Newman as the whiskey warmed | J2 |
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| Dowson found harlots cheaper than hotels | S |
| Headlam for uplift Image impartially imbued | J2 |
| With raptures for Bacchus Terpsichore and the Church | N2 |
| So spoke the author of The Dorian Mood | J2 |
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| M Verog out of step with the decade | J2 |
| Detached from his contemporaries | S |
| Neglected by the young | K2 |
| Because of these reveries | S |
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| Brennbaum | A |
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| The sky like limpid eyes | S |
| The circular infant's face | S |
| The stiffness from spats to collar | C |
| Never relaxing into grace | S |
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| The heavy memories of Horeb Sinai and the forty years | S |
| Showed only when the daylight fell | Z |
| Level across the face | S |
| Of Brennbaum The Impeccable | U |
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| Mr Nixon | E |
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| In the cream gilded cabin of his steam yacht | J2 |
| Mr Nixon advised me kindly to advance with fewer | C |
| Dangers of delay Consider | C |
| Carefully the reviewer | C |
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| I was as poor as you are | C |
| When I began I got of course | S |
| Advance on royalties fifty at first said Mr Nixon | E |
| Follow me and take a column | E |
| Even if you have to work free | W |
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| Butter reviewers From fifty to three hundred | J2 |
| I rose in eighteen months | S |
| The hardest nut I had to crack | K2 |
| Was Dr Dundas | S |
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| I never mentioned a man but with the view | B |
| Of selling my own works | S |
| The tip's a good one as for literature | C |
| It gives no man a sinecure | C |
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| And no one knows at sight a masterpiece | S |
| And give up verse my boy | O2 |
| There's nothing in it | J2 |
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| Likewise a friend of Bloughram's once advised me | W |
| Don't kick against the pricks | S |
| Accept opinion The Nineties tried your game | A |
| And died there's nothing in it | J2 |
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| X | S |
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| Beneath the sagging roof | B |
| The stylist has taken shelter | C |
| Unpaid uncelebrated | J2 |
| At last from the world's welter | C |
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| Nature receives him | A |
| With a placid and uneducated mistress | S |
| He exercises his talents | S |
| And the soil meets his distress | S |
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| The haven from sophistications and contentions | S |
| Leaks through its thatch | P2 |
| He offers succulent cooking | K2 |
| The door has a creaking latch | P2 |
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| XI | W |
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| Conservatrix of Mil sien | E |
| Habits of mind and feeling | K2 |
| Possibly But in Ealing | K2 |
| With the most bank clerkly of Englishmen | E |
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| No Mil sian is an exaggeration | E |
| No instinct has survived in her | C |
| Older than those her grandmother | C |
| Told her would fit her station | E |
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| XII | W |
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| Daphne with her thighs in bark | K2 |
| Stretches toward me her leafy hands | W |
| Subjectively In the stuffed satin drawing room | A |
| I await The Lady Valentine's commands | W |
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| Knowing my coat has never been | E |
| Of precisely the fashion | E |
| To stimulate in her | C |
| A durable passion | E |
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| Doubtful somewhat of the value | B |
| Of well gowned approbation | E |
| Of literary effort | J2 |
| But never of The Lady Valentine's vocation | E |
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| Poetry her border of ideas | W |
| The edge uncertain but a means of blending | K2 |
| With other strata | J2 |
| Where the lower and higher have ending | K2 |
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| A hook to catch the Lady Jane's attention | E |
| A modulation toward the theatre | C |
| Also in the case of revolution | E |
| A possible friend and comforter | C |
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| Conduct on the other hand the soul | Q2 |
| Which the highest cultures have nourished | J2 |
| To Fleet St where | C |
| Dr Johnson flourished | J2 |
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| Beside this thoroughfare | C |
| The sale of half hose has | W |
| Long since superseded the cultivation | E |
| Of Pierian roses | W |
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