A Likeness Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Some people hang portraits up	A
In a room where they dine or sup	A
And the wife clinks tea things under	B
And her cousin he stirs his cup	A
Asks Who was the lady I wonder	B
'T is a daub John bought at a sale	C
Quoth the wife looks black as thunder	B
What a shade beneath her nose	D
Snuff taking I suppose	D
Adds the cousin while John's corns ail	C
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Or else there 's no wife in the case	E
But the portrait 's queen of the place	E
Alone mid the other spoils	F
Of youth masks gloves and foils	F
And pipe sticks rose cherry tree jasmine	G
And the long whip the tandem lasher	B
And the cast from a fist not alas mine	H
But my master's the Tipton Slasher	B
And the cards where pistol balls mark ace	E
And a satin shoe used for cigar case	E
And the chamois horns shot in the Chablais	E
And prints Rarey drumming on Cruiser	B
And Sayers our champion the bruiser	B
And the little edition of Rabelais	E
Where a friend with both hands in his pockets	E
May saunter up close to examine it	I
And remark a good deal of Jane Lamb in it	I
But the eyes are half out of their sockets	E
That hair 's not so bad where the gloss is	E
But they've made the girl's nose a proboscis	E
Jane Lamb that we danced with at Vichy	J
What is not she Jane Then who is she	J
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All that I own is a print	K
An etching a mezzotint	K
'T is a study a fancy a fiction	G
Yet a fact take my conviction	G
Because it has more than a hint	K
Of a certain face I never	B
Saw elsewhere touch or trace of	L
In women I 've seen the face of	L
Just an etching and so far clever	B
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I keep my prints an imbroglio	M
Fifty in one portfolio	M
When somebody tries my claret	K
We turn round chairs to the fire	B
Chirp over days in a garret	K
Chuckle o'er increase of salary	J
Taste the good fruits of our leisure	B
Talk about pencil and lyre	B
And the National Portrait Gallery	J
Then I exhibit my treasure	B
After we 've turned over twenty	J
And the debt of wonder my crony owes	E
Is paid to my Marc Antonios	E
He stops me Festina lent	K
What's that sweet thing there the etching	N
How my waistcoat strings want stretching	N
How my cheeks grow red as tomatos	E
How my heart leaps But hearts after leaps ache	O
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By the by you must take for a keepsake	O
That other you praised of Volpato's	E
The fool would he try a flight further and say	E
He never saw never before to day	E
What was able to take his breath away	E
A face to lose youth for to occupy age	P
With the dream of meet death with why I'll not engage	P
But that half in a rapture and half in a rage	P
I should toss him the thing's self 'T is only a duplicate	K
A thing of no value Take it I supplicate	K

Robert Browning

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