Andrea Del Sarto Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNIOPQRS TUVWXYZA2B2C2D2E2F2I G2H2II2J2IK2FUL2G2M2 TPHN2O2IN2HDP2AIFXDQ 2IR2P2S2MT2U2PV2J2W2 X2Y2Z2E2A3B3C3D3NXIE 3F3G3H3PTI3J3K3L3M3N 3O3FP3C3ITQ3R3XIIIS3 FT3U3V3HMW3Q3IPKX3Y3 Z3H3N3A4B4C3M3IILC4T PID4E4WF4G4H4G3R3FI4 UIJ4IK4N3L4IIM4G3IN4 O4P4Q4QR4S4IN2FT4F3F DU4V4W4NM3FX4PBut do not let us quarrel any more | A |
No my Lucrezia bear with me for once | B |
Sit down and all shall happen as you wish | C |
You turn your face but does it bring your heart | D |
I'll work then for your friend's friend never fear | E |
Treat his own subject after his own way | F |
Fix his own time accept too his own price | G |
And shut the money into this small hand | H |
When next it takes mine Will it tenderly | I |
Oh I'll content him but to morrow Love | J |
I often am much wearier than you think | K |
This evening more than usual and it seems | L |
As if forgive now should you let me sit | M |
Here by the window with your hand in mine | N |
And look a half hour forth on Fiesole | I |
Both of one mind as married people use | O |
Quietly quietly the evening through | P |
I might get up to morrow to my work | Q |
Cheerful and fresh as ever Let us try | R |
To morrow how you shall be glad for this | S |
Your soft hand is a woman of itself | T |
And mine the man's bared breast she curls inside | U |
Don't count the time lost neither you must serve | V |
For each of the five pictures we require | W |
It saves a model So keep looking so | X |
My serpentining beauty rounds on rounds | Y |
How could you ever prick those perfect ears | Z |
Even to put the pearl there oh so sweet | A2 |
My face my moon my everybody's moon | B2 |
Which everybody looks on and calls his | C2 |
And I suppose is looked on by in turn | D2 |
While she looks no one's very dear no less | E2 |
You smile why there's my picture ready made | F2 |
There's what we painters call our harmony | I |
A common greyness silvers everything | G2 |
All in a twilight you and I alike | H2 |
You at the point of your first pride in me | I |
That's gone you know but I at every point | I2 |
My youth my hope my art being all toned down | J2 |
To yonder sober pleasant Fiesole | I |
There's the bell clinking from the chapel top | K2 |
That length of convent wall across the way | F |
Holds the trees safer huddled more inside | U |
The last monk leaves the garden days decrease | L2 |
And autumn grows autumn in everything | G2 |
Eh the whole seems to fall into a shape | M2 |
As if I saw alike my work and self | T |
And all that I was born to be and do | P |
A twilight piece Love we are in God's hand | H |
How strange now looks the life he makes us lead | N2 |
So free we seem so fettered fast we are | O2 |
I feel he laid the fetter let it lie | I |
This chamber for example turn your head | N2 |
All that's behind us You don't understand | H |
Nor care to understand about my art | D |
But you can hear at least when people speak | P2 |
And that cartoon the second from the door | A |
It is the thing Love so such things should be | I |
Behold Madonna I am bold to say | F |
I can do with my pencil what I know | X |
What I see what at bottom of my heart | D |
I wish for if I ever wish so deep | Q2 |
Do easily too when I say perfectly | I |
I do not boast perhaps yourself are judge | R2 |
Who listened to the Legate's talk last week | P2 |
And just as much they used to say in France | S2 |
At any rate 'tis easy all of it | M |
No sketches first no studies that's long past | T2 |
I do what many dream of all their lives | U2 |
Dream strive to do and agonize to do | P |
And fail in doing I could count twenty such | V2 |
On twice your fingers and not leave this town | J2 |
Who strive you don't know how the others strive | W2 |
To paint a little thing like that you smeared | X2 |
Carelessly passing with your robes afloat | Y2 |
Yet do much less so much less Someone says | Z2 |
I know his name no matter so much less | E2 |
Well less is more Lucrezia I am judged | A3 |
There burns a truer light of God in them | B3 |
In their vexed beating stuffed and stopped up brain | C3 |
Heart or whate'er else than goes on to prompt | D3 |
This low pulsed forthright craftsman's hand of mine | N |
Their works drop groundward but themselves I know | X |
Reach many a time a heaven that's shut to me | I |
Enter and take their place there sure enough | E3 |
Though they come back and cannot tell the world | F3 |
My works are nearer heaven but I sit here | G3 |
The sudden blood of these men at a word | H3 |
Praise them it boils or blame them it boils too | P |
I painting from myself and to myself | T |
Know what I do am unmoved by men's blame | I3 |
Or their praise either Somebody remarks | J3 |
Morello's outline there is wrongly traced | K3 |
His hue mistaken what of that or else | L3 |
Rightly traced and well ordered what of that | M3 |
Speak as they please what does the mountain care | N3 |
Ah but a man's reach should exceed his grasp | O3 |
Or what's a heaven for All is silver grey | F |
Placid and perfect with my art the worse | P3 |
I know both what I want and what might gain | C3 |
And yet how profitless to know to sigh | I |
Had I been two another and myself | T |
Our head would have o'erlooked the world No doubt | Q3 |
Yonder's a work now of that famous youth | R3 |
The Urbinate who died five years ago | X |
'Tis copied George Vasari sent it me | I |
Well I can fancy how he did it all | I |
Pouring his soul with kings and popes to see | I |
Reaching that heaven might so replenish him | S3 |
Above and through his art for it gives way | F |
That arm is wrongly put and there again | T3 |
A fault to pardon in the drawing's lines | U3 |
Its body so to speak its soul is right | V3 |
He means right that a child may understand | H |
Still what an arm and I could alter it | M |
But all the play the insight and the stretch | W3 |
Out of me out of me And wherefore out | Q3 |
Had you enjoined them on me given me soul | I |
We might have risen to Rafael I and you | P |
Nay Love you did give all I asked I think | K |
More than I merit yes by many times | X3 |
But had you oh with the same perfect brow | Y3 |
And perfect eyes and more than perfect mouth | Z3 |
And the low voice my soul hears as a bird | H3 |
The fowler's pipe and follows to the snare | N3 |
Had you with these the same but brought a mind | A4 |
Some women do so Had the mouth there urged | B4 |
God and the glory never care for gain | C3 |
The present by the future what is that | M3 |
Live for fame side by side with Agnolo | I |
Rafael is waiting up to God all three | I |
I might have done it for you So it seems | L |
Perhaps not All is as God over rules | C4 |
Beside incentives come from the soul's self | T |
The rest avail not Why do I need you | P |
What wife had Rafael or has Agnolo | I |
In this world who can do a thing will not | D4 |
And who would do it cannot I perceive | E4 |
Yet the will's somewhat somewhat too the power | W |
And thus we half men struggle At the end | F4 |
God I conclude compensates punishes | G4 |
'Tis safer for me if the award be strict | H4 |
That I am something underrated here | G3 |
Poor this long while despised to speak the truth | R3 |
I dared not do you know leave home all day | F |
For fear of chancing on the Paris lords | I4 |
The best is when they pass and look aside | U |
But they speak sometimes I must bear it all | I |
Well may they speak That Francis that first time | J4 |
And that long festal year at Fontainebleau | I |
I surely then could sometimes leave the ground | K4 |
Put on the glory Rafael's daily wear | N3 |
In that humane great monarch's golden look | L4 |
One finger in his beard or twisted curl | I |
Over his mouth's good mark that made the smile | I |
One arm about my shoulder round my neck | M4 |
The jingle of his gold chain in my ear | G3 |
I painting proudly with his breath on me | I |
All his court round him seeing with his eyes | N4 |
Such frank French eyes and such a fire of souls | O4 |
Profuse my hand kept plying by those hearts | P4 |
And best of all this this this face beyond | Q4 |
This in the background waiting on my work | Q |
To crown the issue with a last reward | R4 |
A good time was it not my kingly days | S4 |
And had you not grown restless but I know | I |
'Tis done and past 'twas right my instinct said | N2 |
Too live the life grew golden and not grey | F |
And I'm the weak eyed bat no sun should tempt | T4 |
Out of the grange whose four walls make his world | F3 |
How could it end in any other way | F |
You called me and I came home to your heart | D |
The triumph was to reach and stay there since | U4 |
I reached it ere the triumph what is lost | V4 |
Let my hands frame your face in your hair's gold | W4 |
You beautiful Lucrezia that are mine | N |
Rafael did this Andrea painted that | M3 |
The Roman's is the better when you pray | F |
But still the other's Virgin was his wife | X4 |
Men w | P |
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