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