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Epilogue To Lessing's Laocoön 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 Laoco n	B
And after we awhile had gone	C
In Lessing's track and tried to see	D
What painting is what poetry	D
Diverging to another thought	E
'Ah ' cries my friend 'but who hath taught	E
Why music and the other arts	F
Oftener perform aright their parts	F
Than poetry why she than they	G
Fewer real successes can display	G
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'For 'tis so surely Even in Greece	H
Where best the poet framed his piece	H
Even in that Phoebus guarded ground	I
Pausanias on his travels found	I
Good poems if he look'd more rare	J
Though many than good statues were	K
For these in truth were everywhere	J
Of bards full many a stroke divine	L
In Dante's Petrarch's Tasso's line	L
The land of Ariosto show'd	M
And yet e'en there the canvas glow'd	M
With triumphs a yet ampler brood	N
Of Raphael and his brotherhood	O
And nobly perfect in our day	G
Of haste half work and disarray	G
Profound yet touching sweet yet strong	P
Hath risen Goethe's Wordsworth's song	P
Yet even I and none will bow	Q
Deeper to these must needs allow	Q
They yield us not to soothe our pains	R
Such multitude of heavenly strains	R
As from the kings of sound are blown	S
Mozart Beethoven Mendelssohn '	-
	-
While thus my friend discoursed we pass	T
Out of the path and take the grass	T
The grass had still the green of May	G
And still the unblacken'd elms were gay	G
The kine were resting in the shade	U
The flies a summer murmur made	U
Bright was the morn and south the air	J
The soft couch'd cattle were as fair	J
As those that pastured by the sea	D
That old world morn in Sicily	D
When on the beach the Cyclops lay	G
And Galatea from the bay	G
Mock'd her poor lovelorn giant's lay	G
'Behold ' I said 'the painter's sphere	V
The limits of his art appear	V
The passing group the summer morn	W
The grass the elms that blossom'd thorn	W
Those cattle couch'd or as they rise	X
Their shining flanks their liquid eyes	X
These or much greater things but caught	Y
Like these and in one aspect brought	E
In outward semblance he must give	Z
A moment's life of things that live	A2
Then let him choose his moment well	B2
With power divine its story tell '	-
Still we walk'd on in thoughtful mood	N
And now upon the Bridge we stood	O
Full of sweet breathings was the air	J
Of sudden stirs and pauses fair	J
Down o'er the stately Bridge the breeze	C2
Came rustling from the garden trees	C2
And on the sparkling waters play'd	U
Light plashing waves an answer made	U
And mimic boats their haven near'd	D2
Beyond the Abbey towers appear'd	D2
By mist and chimneys unconfined	E2
Free to the sweep of light and wind	E2
While through the earth moor'd nave below	F2
Another breath of wind doth blow	F2
Sound as of wandering breeze but sound	I
In laws by human artists bound	I
'The world of music ' I exclaim'd	G2
'This breeze that rustles by that famed	G2
Abbey recall it what a sphere	V
Large and profound bath genius here	H2
Th' inspired musician what a range	I2
What power of passion wealth of change	I2
Some pulse of feeling he must choose	J2
And its lock'd fount of beauty use	K2
And through the stream of music tell	B2
Its else unutterable spell	B2
To choose it rightly is his part	L2
And press into its inmost heart	L2
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'Miserere Domine	D
The words are utter'd and they flee	D
Deep is their penitential moan	S
Mighty their pathos but 'tis gone	C
They have declared the spirit's sore	M2
Sore load and words can do no more	M2
Beethoven takes them then those two	N2
Poor bounded words and makes them new	N2
Infinite makes them makes them young	O2
Transplants them to another tongue	O2
Where they can now without constraint	P2
Pour all the soul of their complaint	P2
And roll adown a channel large	Q2
The wealth divine they have in charge	Q2
Page after page of music turn	R2
And still they live and still they burn	R2
Eternal passion fraught and free	D
Miserere Domine '	-
	-
Onward we moved and reach'd the Ride	S2
Where gaily flows the human tide	S2
Afar in rest the cattle lay	G
We heard afar faint music play	G
But agitated brisk and near	V
Men with their stream of life were here	H2
Some hang upon the rails and some	T2
On foot behind them go and come	T2
This through the Ride upon his steed	U2
Goes slowly by and this at speed	U2
The young the happy and the fair	J
The old the sad the worn were there	J
Some vacant and some musing went	V2
And some in talk and merriment	V2
Nods smiles and greetings and farewells	W2
And now and then perhaps there swells	W2
A sigh a tear but in the throng	P
All changes fast and files along	P
Hies ah from whence what native ground	V2
And to what goal what ending bound	V2
'Behold at last the poet's sphere	V
But who ' I said 'suffices here	H2
	-
'For ah so much he has to do	V2
Be painter and musician too	V2
The aspect of the moment show	F2
The feeling of the moment know	F2
The aspect not I grant express	X2
Clear as the painter's art can dress	X2
The feeling not I grant explore	M2
So deep as the musician's lore	M2
But clear as words can make revealing	Y2
And deep as words can follow feeling	Y2
But all then comes his sorest spell	B2
Of toil he must life's movement tell	B2
The thread which binds it all in one	Z2
And not its separate parts alone	S
The movement he must tell of life	A3
Its pain and pleasure rest and strife	A3
His eye must travel down at full	B3
The long unpausing spectacle	C3
With faithful unrelaxing force	D3
Attend it from its primal source	D3
From change to change and year to year	V
Attend it of its mid career	V
Attend it to the last repose	E3
And solemn silence of its close	F3
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'The cattle rising from the grass	T
His thought must follow where they pass	T
The penitent with anguish bow'd	V2
His thought must follow through the crowd	V2
Yes all this eddying motley throng	P
That sparkles in the sun along	P
Girl statesman merchant soldier bold	V2
Master and servant young and old	V2
Grave gay child parent husband wife	A3
He follows home and lives their life	A3
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'And many many are the souls	G3
Life's movement fascinates controls	G3
It draws them on they cannot save	H3
Their feet from its alluring wave	H3
They cannot leave it they must go	F2
With its unconquerable flow	F2
But ah how few of all that try	I3
This mighty march do aught but die	I3
For ill prepared for such a way	G
Ill found in strength in wits are they	G
They faint they stagger to and fro	F2
And wandering from the stream they go	F2
In pain in terror in distress	X2
They see all round a wilderness	J3
Sometimes a momentary gleam	K3
They catch of the mysterious stream	K3
Sometimes a second's space their ear	H2
The murmur of its waves doth hear	H2
That transient glimpse in song they say	G
But not as painter can pourtray	H2
That transient sound in song they tell	B2
But not as the musician well	B2
And when at last these snatches cease	H
And they are silent and at peace	H
The stream of life's majestic whole	L3
Hath ne'er been mirror'd on their soul	L3
	-
'Only a few the life stream's shore	H2
With safe unwandering feet explore	H2
Untired its movement bright attend	V2
Follow its windings to the end	V2
Then from its brimming waves their eye	I3
Drinks up delighted ecstasy	D
And its deep toned melodious voice	M3
For ever makes their ear rejoice	M3
They speak the happiness divine	L
They feel runs o'er in every line	L
Its spell is round them like a shower	H2
It gives them pathos gives them power	H2
No painter yet hath such a way	G
Nor no musician made as they	G
And gather'd on immortal knolls	M3
Such lovely flowers for cheering souls	M3
Beethoven Raphael cannot reach	N3
The charm which Homer Shakespeare teach	N3
To these to these their thankful race	M3
Gives then the first the fairest place	M3
And brightest is their glory's sheen	O3
For greatest has their labour been '	-