Apparent Failure Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDCDEFEFF GHGHIJIJJ KLKLDDDDD DDDDMDMDD NDDDODODD PQPQRDRDD DSDSDDDDD| 'We shall soon lose a celebrated building ' | A |
| Paris Newspaper | B |
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| No for I'll save it Seven years since | C |
| I passed through Paris stopped a day | D |
| To see the baptism of your Prince | C |
| Saw made my bow and went my way | D |
| Walking the heat and headache off | E |
| I took the Seine side you surmise | F |
| Thought of the Congress Gortschakoff | E |
| Cavour's appeal and Buol's replies | F |
| So sauntered till what met my eyes | F |
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| Only the Doric little Morgue | G |
| The dead house where you show your drowned | H |
| Petrarch's Vaucluse makes proud the Sorgue | G |
| Your Morgue has made the Seine renowned | H |
| One pays one's debt in such a case | I |
| I plucked up heart and entered stalked | J |
| Keeping a tolerable face | I |
| Compared with some whose cheeks were chalked | J |
| Let them No Briton's to be balked | J |
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| First came the silent gazers next | K |
| A screen of glass we're thankful for | L |
| Last the sight's self the sermon's text | K |
| The three men who did most abhor | L |
| Their life in Paris yesterday | D |
| So killed themselves and now enthroned | D |
| Each on his copper couch they lay | D |
| Fronting me waiting to be owned | D |
| I thought and think their sin's atoned | D |
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| Poor men God made and all for that | D |
| The reverence struck me o'er each head | D |
| Religiously was hung its hat | D |
| Each coat dripped by the owner's bed | D |
| Sacred from touch each had his berth | M |
| His bounds his proper place of rest | D |
| Who last night tenanted on earth | M |
| Some arch where twelve such slept abreast | D |
| Unless the plain asphalt seemed best | D |
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| How did it happen my poor boy | N |
| You wanted to be Buonaparte | D |
| And have the Tuileries for toy | D |
| And could not so it broke your heart | D |
| You old one by his side I judge | O |
| Were red as blood a socialist | D |
| A leveller Does the Empire grudge | O |
| You've gained what no Republic missed | D |
| Be quiet and unclench your fist | D |
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| And this why he was red in vain | P |
| Or black poor fellow that is blue | Q |
| What fancy was it turned your brain | P |
| Oh women were the prize for you | Q |
| Money gets women cards and dice | R |
| Get money and ill luck gets just | D |
| The copper couch and one clear nice | R |
| Cool squirt of water o'er your bust | D |
| The right thing to extinguish lust | D |
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| It's wiser being good than bad | D |
| It's safer being meek than fierce | S |
| It's fitter being sane than mad | D |
| My own hope is a sun will pierce | S |
| The thickest cloud earth ever stretched | D |
| That after Last returns the First | D |
| Tho' a wide compass round be fetched | D |
| That what began best can't end worst | D |
| Nor what God blessed once prove accurst | D |
Robert Browning
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