A Grammarian's Funeral Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEFEGEGEHEHEBIBJ BKBKLBLB MEMENENEOPOPQRQRSKSK TUTUSOSOSSSSSRSRVSWS BXBX BBBBVKVKBEBESUSURSRS SOSOEOEOSOSOESESBEBE SSSSOSOSSUSUYEYERORO BBBBEEEEZSZSBKBK| Shortly after the Revival of Learning in Europe | A |
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| Let us begin and carry up this corpse | B |
| Singing together | C |
| Leave we the common crofts the vulgar thorpes | B |
| Each in its tether | C |
| Sleeping safe on the bosom of the plain | D |
| Cared for till cock crow | E |
| Look out if yonder be not day again | F |
| Rimming the rock row | E |
| That's the appropriate country there man's thought | G |
| Rarer intenser | E |
| Self gathered for an outbreak as it ought | G |
| Chafes in the censer | E |
| Leave we the unlettered plain its herd and crop | H |
| Seek we sepulture | E |
| On a tall mountain citied to the top | H |
| Crowded with culture | E |
| All the peaks soar but one the rest excels | B |
| Clouds overcome it | I |
| No yonder sparkle is the citadel's | B |
| Circling its summit | J |
| Thither our path lies wind we up the heights | B |
| Wait ye the warning | K |
| Our low life was the level's and the night's | B |
| He's for the morning | K |
| Step to a tune square chests erect each head | L |
| 'Ware the beholders | B |
| This is our master famous calm and dead | L |
| Borne on our shoulders | B |
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| Sleep crop and herd sleep darkling thorpe and croft | M |
| Safe from the weather | E |
| He whom we convoy to his grave aloft | M |
| Singing together | E |
| He was a man born with thy face and throat | N |
| Lyric Apollo | E |
| Long he lived nameless how should spring take note | N |
| Winter would follow | E |
| Till lo the little touch and youth was gone | O |
| Cramped and diminished | P |
| Moaned he New measures other feet anon | O |
| My dance is finished | P |
| No that's the world's way keep the mountain side | Q |
| Make for the city | R |
| He knew the signal and stepped on with pride | Q |
| Over men's pity | R |
| Left play for work and grappled with the world | S |
| Bent on escaping | K |
| What's in the scroll quoth he thou keepest furled | S |
| Show me their shaping | K |
| Theirs who most studied man the bard and sage | T |
| Give So he gowned him | U |
| Straight got by heart that book to its last page | T |
| Learned we found him | U |
| Yea but we found him bald too eyes like lead | S |
| Accents uncertain | O |
| Time to taste life another would have said | S |
| Up with the curtain | O |
| This man said rather Actual life comes next | S |
| Patience a moment | S |
| Grant I have mastered learning's crabbed text | S |
| Still there's the comment | S |
| Let me know all Prate not of most or least | S |
| Painful or easy | R |
| Even to the crumbs I'd fain eat up the feast | S |
| Ay nor feel queasy | R |
| Oh such a life as he resolved to live | V |
| When he had learned it | S |
| When he had gathered all books had to give | W |
| Sooner he spurned it | S |
| Image the whole then execute the parts | B |
| Fancy the fabric | X |
| Quite ere you build ere steel strike fire from quartz | B |
| Ere mortar dab brick | X |
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| Here's the town gate reached there's the market place | B |
| Gaping before us | B |
| Yea this in him was the peculiar grace | B |
| Hearten our chorus | B |
| That before living he'd learn how to live | V |
| No end to learning | K |
| Earn the means first God surely will contrive | V |
| Use for our earning | K |
| Others mistrust and say But time escapes | B |
| Live now or never | E |
| He said What's time Leave Now for dogs and apes | B |
| Man has Forever | E |
| Back to his book then deeper drooped his head | S |
| Calculus racked him | U |
| Leaden before his eyes grew dross of lead | S |
| Tussis attacked him | U |
| Now master take a little rest not he | R |
| Caution redoubled | S |
| Step two abreast the way winds narrowly | R |
| Not a whit troubled | S |
| Back to his studies fresher than at first | S |
| Fierce as a dragon | O |
| He soul hydroptic with a sacred thirst | S |
| Sucked at the flagon | O |
| Oh if we draw a circle premature | E |
| Heedless of far gain | O |
| Greedy for quick returns of profit sure | E |
| Bad is our bargain | O |
| Was it not great did not he throw on God | S |
| He loves the burthen | O |
| God's task to make the heavenly period | S |
| Perfect the earthen | O |
| Did not he magnify the mind show clear | E |
| Just what it all meant | S |
| He would not discount life as fools do here | E |
| Paid by instalment | S |
| He ventured neck or nothing heaven's success | B |
| Found or earth's failure | E |
| Wilt thou trust death or not He answered Yes | B |
| Hence with life's pale lure | E |
| That low man seeks a little thing to do | S |
| Sees it and does it | S |
| This high man with a great thing to pursue | S |
| Dies ere he knows it | S |
| That low man goes on adding one to one | O |
| His hundred's soon hit | S |
| This high man aiming at a million | O |
| Misses an unit | S |
| That has the world here should he need the next | S |
| Let the world mind him | U |
| This throws himself on God and unperplexed | S |
| Seeking shall find him | U |
| So with the throttling hands of death at strife | Y |
| Ground he at grammar | E |
| Still thro' the rattle parts of speech were rife | Y |
| While he could stammer | E |
| He settled Hoti's business let it be | R |
| Properly based Oun | O |
| Gave us the doctrine of the enclitic De | R |
| Dead from the waist down | O |
| Well here's the platform here's the proper place | B |
| Hail to your purlieus | B |
| All ye highfliers of the feathered race | B |
| Swallows and curlews | B |
| Here's the top peak the multitude below | E |
| Live for they can there | E |
| This man decided not to Live but Know | E |
| Bury this man there | E |
| Here here's his place where meteors shoot clouds form | Z |
| Lightnings are loosened | S |
| Stars come and go Let joy break with the storm | Z |
| Peace let the dew send | S |
| Lofty designs must close in like effects | B |
| Loftily lying | K |
| Leave him still loftier than the world suspects | B |
| Living and dying | K |
Robert Browning
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