Bishop Blougram's Apology Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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NO more wine then we'll push back chairs and talkA
A final glass for me though cool i' faithB
We ought to have our Abbey back you seeC
It's different preaching in basilicasC
And doing duty in some masterpieceC
Like this of brother Pugin's bless his heartD
I doubt if they're half baked those chalk rosettesC
Ciphers and stucco twiddlings everywhereE
It's just like breathing in a lime kiln ehF
These hot long ceremonies of our churchG
Cost us a little oh they pay the priceC
You take me amply pay it Now we'll talkA
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So you despise me Mr GigadibsC
No deprecation nay I beg you sirH
Beside 't is our engagement don't you knowI
I promised if you'd watch a dinner outJ
We'd see truth dawn together truth that peepsC
Over the glasses' edge when dinner's doneK
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And body gets its sop and holds its noiseC
And leaves soul free a little Now's the timeL
'T is break of day You do despise me thenM
And if I say despise me never fearN
I know you do not in a certain senseC
Not in my arm chair for example hereO
I well imagine you respect my placeC
Status entourage worldly circumstanceC
Quite to its value very much indeedP
Are up to the protesting eyes of youQ
In pride at being seated here for onceC
You'll turn it to such capital accountR
When somebody through years and years to comeS
Hints of the bishop names me that's enoughT
Blougram I knew him into it you slideU
Dined with him once a Corpus Christi DayV
All alone we two he's a clever manW
And after dinner why the wine you knowI
Oh there was wine and good what with the wineX
'Faith we began upon all sorts of talkA
He's no bad fellow Blougram he had seenY
Something of mine he relished some reviewQ
He's quite above their humbug in his heartD
Half said as much indeed the thing's his tradeZ
I warrant Blougram's sceptical at timesC
How otherwise I liked him I confessC
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Che che my dear sir as we say at RomeA2
Don't you protest now It's fair give and takeB2
You have had your turn and spoken your home truthsC
The hand's mine now and here you follow suitC2
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Thus much conceded still the first fact staysC
You do despise me your ideal of lifeD2
Is not the bishop's you would not be IE2
You would like better to be Goethe nowF2
Or Buonaparte or bless me lower stillG2
Count D'Orsay so you did what you preferredH2
Spoke as you thought and as you cannot helpI2
Believed or disbelieved no matter whatJ2
So long as on that point whate'er it wasC
You loosed your mind were whole and sole yourselfK2
That my ideal never can includeL2
Upon that element of truth and worthM2
Never be based for say they make me PopeN2
They can't suppose it for our argumentO2
Why there I'm at my tether's end I've reachedP2
My height and not a height which pleases youQ
An unbelieving Pope won't do you sayV
It's like those eerie stories nurses tellQ2
Of how some actor on a stage played DeathR2
With pasteboard crown sham orb and tinselled dartD
And called himself the monarch of the worldS2
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Then going in the tire room afterwardH2
Because the play was done to shift himselfK2
Got touched upon the sleeve familiarlyQ2
The moment he had shut the closet doorT2
By Death himself Thus God might touch a PopeN2
At unawares ask what his baubles meanY
And whose part he presumed to play just nowF2
Best be yourself imperial plain and trueQ
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So drawing comfortable breath againM
You weigh and find whatever more or lessC
I boast of my ideal realizedU2
Is nothing in the balance when opposedV2
To your ideal your grand simple lifeD2
Of which you will not realize one jotW2
I am much you are nothing you would be allQ2
I would be merely much you beat me thereE
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No friend you do not beat me hearken whyE2
The common problem yours mine every one'sC
Is not to fancy what were fair in lifeD2
Provided it could be but finding firstX2
What may be then find how to make it fairE
Up to our means a very different thingY2
No abstract intellectual plan of lifeD2
Quite irrespective of life's plainest lawsC
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But one a man who is man and nothing moreT2
May lead within a world which by your leaveZ2
Is Rome or London not Fool's paradiseC
Embellish Rome idealize awayV
Make paradise of London if you canW
You're welcome nay you're wiseC
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A simileQ2
We mortals cross the ocean of this worldS2
Each in his average cabin of a lifeD2
The best's not big the worst yields elbow roomA3
Now for our six months' voyage how prepareE
You come on shipboard with a landsman's listB3
Of things he calls convenient so they areC3
An India screen is pretty furnitureH
A piano forte is a fine resourceC
All Balzac's novels occupy one shelfK2
The new edition fifty volumes longD3
And little Greek books with the funny typeE3
They get up well at Leipsic fill the nextF3
Go on slabbed marble what a bath it makesC
And Parma's pride the Jerome let us addG3
'T were pleasant could Correggio's fleeting glowQ2
Hang full in face of one where'er one roamsC
Since he more than the others brings with himH3
Italy's self the marvellous ModeneseC
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Yet was not on your list before perhapsC
Alas friend here's the agent is't the nameI3
The captain or whoever's master hereO
You see him screw his face up what's his cryE2
Ere you set foot on shipboard Six feet squareE
If you won't understand what six feet meanY
Compute and purchase stores accordinglyQ2
And if in pique because he overhaulsC
Your Jerome piano bath you come on boardJ3
Bare why you cut a figure at the firstX2
While sympathetic landsmen see you offK3
Not afterward when long ere half seas overH
You peep up from your utterly naked boardsC
Into some snug and well appointed berthM2
Like mine for instance try the cooler jugL3
Put back the other but don't jog the iceC
And mortified you mutter Well and goodM3
He sits enjoying his sea furnitureH
'T is stout and proper and there's store of itN3
Though I've the better notion all agreeQ2
Of fitting rooms up Hang the carpenterH
Neat ship shape fixings and contrivancesC
I would have brought my Jerome frame and allQ2
And meantime you bring nothing never mindO3
You've proved your artist nature what you don'tP3
You might bring so despise me as I sayC
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Now come let's backward to the starting placeC
See my way we're two college friends supposeC
Prepare together for our voyage thenM
Each note and check the other in his workQ3
Here's mine a bishop's outfit criticizeC
What's wrong why won't you be a bishop tooQ
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Why first you don't believe you don't and can'tR3
Not statedly that is and fixedlyQ2
And absolutely and exclusivelyQ2
In any revelation called divineX
No dogmas nail your faith and what remainsC
But say so like the honest man you areC3
First therefore overhaul theologyQ2
Nay I too not a fool you please to thinkS3
Must find believing every whit as hardT3
And if I do not frankly say as muchU3
The ugly consequence is clear enoughT
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Now wait my friend well I do not believeZ2
If you'll accept no faith that is not fixedV3
Absolute and exclusive as you sayC
You're wrong I mean to prove it in due timeL
Meanwhile I know where difficulties lieQ2
I could not cannot solve nor ever shallQ2
So give up hope accordingly to solveW3
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To you and over the wine Our dogmas thenM
With both of us though in unlike degreeQ2
Missing full credence overboard with themX3
I mean to meet you on your own premiseC
Good there go mine in company with yoursC
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And now what are we unbelievers bothY3
Calm and complete determinately fixedV3
To day to morrow and for ever prayC
You'llQ2

Robert Browning



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Rodney: The poem should have ended, "Francesco! More wine!"

Great lines in the dis-monologue :
belief,
As unbelief before, shakes us by fits,
Confounds us like its predecessor.

My business is not to remake myself,
But make the absolute best of what God made.

Why should I try to be what now I am?

Ask him, (Shakespeare) if this life's all, who wins the game?

And be it a mad dream or God's very breath,
The fact's the same,--belief's fire, once in us,
Makes of all else mere stuff ..

To mould life as we choose it, shows our choice:
Some think, Creation's meant to show God forth:
I say it's meant to hide him all it can,

With me, faith means perpetual unbelief

My shade's so much more potent than your flesh.

Something had struck him in the "Outward-bound"
Another way than Blougram's purpose was:

[A week later]... the Bishop started for Australia. tested his first plough,
And studied his last chapter of St. John. !!!! [Hooray!]

Still, the poem should have ended, "Francesco! More Wine!"

 

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