To An Unknown Bust In The British Museum. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEFEF GHGHIDID JKJKLMLM NONOPOPO QHQHDLDL RFRFFCFC| Sermons in stones | A |
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| Who were you once Could we but guess | B |
| We might perchance more boldly | C |
| Define the patient weariness | D |
| That sets your lips so coldly | C |
| You lived we know for blame and fame | E |
| But sure to friend or foeman | F |
| You bore some more distinctive name | E |
| Than mere B C and Roman | F |
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| Your pedestal should help us much | G |
| Thereon your acts your title | H |
| Secure from cold Oblivion's touch | G |
| Had doubtless due recital | H |
| Vain hope not even deeds can last | I |
| That stone of which you're minus | D |
| Maybe with all your virtues past | I |
| Endows a TIGELLINUS | D |
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| We seek it not we should not find | J |
| But still it needs no magic | K |
| To tell you wore like most mankind | J |
| Your comic mask and tragic | K |
| And held that things were false and true | L |
| Felt angry or forgiving | M |
| As step by step you stumbled through | L |
| This life long task of living | M |
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| You tried the cul de sac of Thought | N |
| The montagne Russe of Pleasure | O |
| You found the best Ambition brought | N |
| Was strangely short of measure | O |
| You watched at last the fleet days fly | P |
| Till drowsier and colder | O |
| You felt MERCURIUS loitering by | P |
| To touch you on the shoulder | O |
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| 'Twas then why not the whim would come | Q |
| That howso Time should garble | H |
| Those deeds of yours when you were dumb | Q |
| At least you'd live in Marble | H |
| You smiled to think that after days | D |
| At least in Bust or Statue | L |
| We all have sick bed dreams would gaze | D |
| Not quite incurious at you | L |
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| We gaze we pity you be sure | R |
| In truth Death's worst inaction | F |
| Must be less tedious to endure | R |
| Than nameless petrifaction | F |
| Far better in some nook unknown | F |
| To sleep for once and soundly | C |
| Than still survive in wistful stone | F |
| Forgotten more profoundly | C |
Henry Austin Dobson
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