A Friend Of Mine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDE FGHIJKLMNOPQRRSTUVWX YZA2 B2C2D2 E2F2HDD2 G2H2I2J2D2K2L2M2D2D N2UD2KJD2O2D2P2P2Q2R 2S2P2 T2D2U2 UD2V2 D2W2X2Y2D2Z2D A3D2M2B3K2C3D3| We sat beneath tall waving trees that flung | A |
| Their heavy shadows o'er the dewy grass | B |
| Over the waters breaking at our feet | C |
| Quivered the moon and lighted solemnly | D |
| The scene before us | E |
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| He with whom I talked | F |
| Was in the noble vigor of his youth | G |
| Tall much beyond the standard and well knit | H |
| With a dark Norman face from which the breeze | I |
| Flung back his locks of ebon darkness which | J |
| In rare luxuriance fell around his brow | K |
| That in its massive beauty brought me up | L |
| Pictures by ancient masters or the sharp | M |
| And perfect features carved by Grecian hands | N |
| In days when Gods in forms worthy of Gods | O |
| Started from marble to bewitch the world | P |
| A brow so beautiful was his that one | Q |
| Might well conceive it always bound with dreams | R |
| His eyes were luminous and full of gleams | R |
| That made me think of waves wherein I've seen | S |
| The moon hued lightning breaking in the dark | T |
| With sudden flashes of phosphoric light | U |
| His cheeks were bronze his firm lips scarlet hued | V |
| The Roman's valor the Assyrian's love | W |
| Of ease and pomp sat on his crimson lips | X |
| Uneasy rulers on the self same throne | Y |
| Spoiling the empire of the soul within | Z |
| Such was his face | A2 |
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| His thoughts went forth like emperors and all | B2 |
| His words arrayed themselves around them like | C2 |
| Imperial guards | D2 |
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| Opinions which I had been taught to hold | E2 |
| As full of pith and gravity he took | F2 |
| As 'twere 'twixt thumb and finger of his wit | H |
| Rubbed off their gloss until they seemed to me | D |
| All as he said varnished hypocrisies | D2 |
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| Most wise for one so young and strangely read | G2 |
| In books of quaint philosophy although | H2 |
| His mind's strange alchemy could find some | I2 |
| Rich thought hidden in the basest thing | J2 |
| Which he transmuted into golden words | D2 |
| So that in hearing him I often thought | K2 |
| Upon the story of that Saint whose mouth | L2 |
| Was radiant with the angel's blessed touch | M2 |
| Which gave him superhuman eloquence | D2 |
| And though he was thus gifted yet ah me | D |
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| Still earnest with my theme I bade him think | N2 |
| Of Auerbach's cellar and that wassail night | U |
| Whole centuries ago and then in phrase | D2 |
| Better than that which cometh to me now | K |
| I likened it the necromancy which | J |
| Drew richest vintage from the rugged boards | D2 |
| Unto the spell wherewith he'd bound himself | O2 |
| The spell by which he drew from simplest things | D2 |
| Conceptions beautiful as Faust drew wine | P2 |
| From the rude table for this friend of mine | P2 |
| Was a true poet though he seldom wrote | Q2 |
| The wealth which might have royally endowed | R2 |
| Some noble charity for coming time | S2 |
| Was idly wasted pearls dissolved in wine | P2 |
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| Still on my theme I hung and pointed out | T2 |
| Full eagerly how Mephistopheles | D2 |
| Ordered the gimlet wherewith it was drawn | U2 |
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| But he who went his way that summer night | U |
| Beneath the shadow of those stately trees | D2 |
| Comes back to me to earth ah nevermore | V2 |
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| He fell obscurely in the common ranks | D2 |
| His keen sword rusted in its splendid sheath | W2 |
| God pardon him his faults for faults he had | X2 |
| But oh so blent with goodness that the while | Y2 |
| The lip of every theory of his | D2 |
| Curved with a sneer each action smiled | Z2 |
| With Christian charity | D |
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| Like Manfred he had summoned to his aid | A3 |
| Forbidden ministers but unlike his | D2 |
| Of the earth earthy which did slowly clutch | M2 |
| Upon his lofty faculties until | B3 |
| They summoned him from the lone tow'r of thought | K2 |
| And false philosophy wherein he dwelt | C3 |
| God pardon him Amen | D3 |
James Barron Hope
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