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Epilogue To Lessing's Laocooen Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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One morn as through Hyde Park we walk'd	A
My friend and I by chance we talk'd	A
Of Lessing's famed Laocooen	B
And after we awhile had gone	B
In Lessing's track and tried to see	C
What painting is what poetry	C
Diverging to another thought	D
'Ah ' cries my friend 'but who hath taught	D
Why music and the other arts	E
Oftener perform aright their parts	E
Than poetry why she than they	F
Fewer fine successes can display	F
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'For 'tis so surely Even in Greece	G
Where best the poet framed his piece	G
Even in that Phoebus guarded ground	H
Pausanias on his travels found	H
Good poems if he look'd more rare	I
Though many than good statues were	J
For these in truth were everywhere	I
Of bards full many a stroke divine	B
In Dante's Petrarch's Tasso's line	B
The land of Ariosto show'd	K
And yet e'en there the canvas glow'd	K
With triumphs a yet ampler brood	L
Of Raphael and his brotherhood	M
And nobly perfect in our day	F
Of haste half work and disarray	F
Profound yet touching sweet yet strong	N
Hath risen Goethe's Wordsworth's song	N
Yet even I and none will bow	O
Deeper to these must needs allow	O
They yield us not to soothe our pains	P
Such multitude of heavenly strains	P
As from the kings of sound are blown	B
Mozart Beethoven Mendelssohn '	-
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While thus my friend discoursed we pass	Q
Out of the path and take the grass	Q
The grass had still the green of May	F
And still the unblackan'd elms were gay	F
The kine were resting in the shade	R
The flies a summer murmur made	R
Bright was the morn and south the air	I
The soft couch'd cattle were as fair	I
As those which pastured by the sea	C
That old world morn in Sicily	C
When on the beach the Cyclops lay	F
And Galatea from the bay	F
Mock'd her poor lovelorn giant's lay	F
'Behold ' I said 'the painter's sphere	S
The limits of his art appear	S
The passing group the summer morn	B
The grass the elms that blossom'd thorn	B
Those cattle couch'd or as they rise	T
Their shining flanks their liquid eyes	T
These or much greater things but caught	U
Like these and in one aspect brought	D
In outward semblance he must give	V
A moment's life of things that live	W
Then let him choose his moment well	X
With power divine its story tell '	-
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Still we walk'd on in thoughtful mood	L
And now upon the bridge we stood	M
Full of sweet breathings was the air	I
Of sudden stirs and pauses fair	I
Down o'er the stately bridge the breeze	Y
Came rustling from the garden trees	Y
And on the sparkling waters play'd	R
Light plashing waves an answer made	R
And mimic boats their haven near'd	Z
Beyond the Abbey towers appear'd	Z
By mist and chimneys unconfined	A2
Free to the sweep of light and wind	A2
While through their earth moor'd nave below	B2
Another breath of wind doth blow	B2
Sound as of wandering breeze but sound	H
In laws by human artists bound	H
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'The world of music ' I exclaimed	C2
'This breeze that rustles by that famed	C2
Abbey recall it what a sphere	S
Large and profound hath genius here	D2
The inspired musician what a range	E2
What power of passion wealth of change	E2
Some source of feeling he must choose	F2
And its lock'd fount of beauty use	G2
And through the stream of music tell	X
Its else unutterable spell	X
To choose it rightly is his part	H2
And press into its inmost heart	H2
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' Miserere Domine	C
The words are utter'd and they flee	C
Deep is their penitential moan	B
Mighty their pathos but 'tis gone	B
They have declared the spirit's sore	I2
Sore load and words can do no more	I2
Beethoven takes them then those two	J2
Poor bounded words and makes them new	J2
Infinite makes them makes them young	K2
Transplants them to another tongue	K2
Where they can now without constraint	L2
Pour all the soul of their complaint	L2
And roll adown a channel large	M2
The wealth divine they have in charge	M2
Page after page of music turn	B
And still they live and still they burn	B
Eternal passion fraught and free	C
Miserere Domine '	-
	-
Onward we moved and reach'd the Ride	N2
Where gaily flows the human tide	N2
Afar in rest the cattle lay	F
We heard afar faint music play	F
But agitated brisk and near	S
Men with their stream of life were here	D2
Some hang upon the rails and some	O2
On foot behind them go and come	O2
This through the Ride upon his steed	P2
Goes slowly by and this at speed	P2
The young the happy and the fair	I
The old the sad the worn were there	I
Some vacant and some musing went	Q2
And some in talk and merriment	Q2
Nods smiles and greetings and farewells	R2
And now and then perhaps there swells	R2
A sigh a tear but in the throng	N
All changes fast and hies along	N
Hies ah from whence what native ground	Q2
And to what goal what ending bound	Q2
'Behold at last the poet's sphere	S
But who ' I said 'suffices here	D2
	-
'For ah so much he has to do	Q2
Be painter and musician too	Q2
The aspect of the moment show	B2
The feeling of the moment know	B2
The aspect not I grant express	S2
Clear as the painter's art can dress	S2
The feeling not I grant explore	I2
So deep as the musician's lore	I2
But clear as words can make revealing	T2
And deep as words can follow feeling	T2
But ah then comes his sorest spell	X
Of toil he must life's movement tell	X
The thread which binds it all in one	B
And not its separate parts alone	B
The movement he must tell of life	U2
Its pain and pleasure rest and strife	U2
His eye must travel down at full	V2
The long unpausing spectacle	W2
With faithful unrelaxing force	X2
Attend it from its primal source	X2
From change to change and year to year	S
Attend it of its mid career	S
Attend it to the last repose	Y2
And solemn silence of its close	Z2
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'The cattle rising from the grass	Q
His thought must follow where they pass	Q
The penitent with anguish bow'd	Q2
His thought must follow through the crowd	Q2
Yes all this eddying motley throng	N
That sparkles in the sun along	N
Girl statesman merchant soldier bold	Q2
Master and servant young and old	Q2
Grave gay child parent husband wife	U2
He follows home and lives their life	U2
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'And many many are the souls	A3
Life's movement fascinates controls	A3
It draws them on they cannot save	B3
Their feet from its alluring wave	B3
They cannot leave it they must go	B2
With its unconquerable flow	B2
But ah how few of all that try	C3
This mighty march do aught but die	C3
For ill endow'd for such a way	F
Ill stored in strength in wits are they	F
They faint they stagger to and fro	B2
And wandering from the stream they go	B2
In pain in terror in distress	S2
They see all round a wilderness	D3
Sometimes a momentary gleam	E3
They catch of the mysterious stream	E3
Sometimes a second's space their ear	D2
The murmur of its waves doth hear	D2
That transient glimpse in song they say	F
But not of painter can pourtray	D2
That transient sound in song they tell	X
But not as the musician well	X
And when at last their snatches cease	G
And they are silent and at peace	G
The stream of life's majestic whole	F3
Hath ne'er been mirror'd on their soul	F3
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'Only a few the life stream's shore	D2
With safe unwandering feet explore	D2
Untired its movement bright attend	Q2
Follow its windings to the end	Q2
Then from its brimming waves their eye	C3
Drinks up delighted ecstasy	C
And its deep toned melodious voice	G3
For ever makes their ear rejoice	G3
They speak the happiness divine	B
They feel runs o'er in every line	B
Its spell is round them like a shower	D2
It gives them pathos gives them power	D2
No painter yet hath such a way	F
Nor no musician made as they	F
And gather'd on immortal knolls	G3
Such lovely flowers for cheering souls	G3
Beethoven Raphael cannot reach	H3
The charm which Homer Shakespeare teach	H3
To these to these their thankful race	G3
Gives then the first the fairest place	G3
And brightest is their glory's sheen	B
For greatest hath their labour been '	-