Dîs Aliter Visum; Or, Le Byron De Nos Jours Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDDE AFGHHF AIJKKI LMNOOM OPLQQP LRLSSR LTUVVT LWXYYW YZA2YYZ YB2C2LLW YD2E2CCD2 YD2YF2F2D2 YD2G2YYD2 LH2YI2I2H2 LJ2 K2K2J2 LL2YCCL2 LD2G2M2M2D2 LN2D2YYN2 YYLD2D2Y YD2D2N2N2D2 YO2P2LLO2 YYN2WWY YQ2R2CCQ2 LS2T2LLS2 LWD2N2N2D2 LF2LLLF2 LD2R2U2U2D2 LD2D2YYD2 YV2W2LLV2 YD2LYYYI | A |
Stop let me have the truth of that | B |
Is that all true I say the day | C |
Ten years ago when both of us | D |
Met on a morning friends as thus | D |
We meet this evening friends or what | E |
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II | A |
Did you because I took your arm | F |
And sillily smiled A mass of brass | G |
That sea looks blazing underneath | H |
While up the cliff road edged with heath | H |
We took the turns nor came to harm | F |
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III | A |
Did you consider Now makes twice | I |
That I have seen her walked and talked | J |
With this poor pretty thoughtful thing | K |
Whose worth I weigh she tries to sing | K |
Draws hopes in time the eye grows nice | I |
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IV | L |
Reads verse and thinks she understands | M |
Loves all at any rate that's great | N |
Good beautiful but much as we | O |
Down at the bath house love the sea | O |
Who breathe its salt and bruise its sands | M |
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V | O |
While do but follow the fishing gull | P |
That flaps and floats from wave to cave | L |
There's the sea lover fair my friend | Q |
What then Be patient mark and mend | Q |
Had you the making of your scull | P |
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VI | L |
And did you when we faced the church | R |
With spire and sad slate roof aloof | L |
From human fellowship so far | S |
Where a few graveyard crosses are | S |
And garlands for the swallows' perch | R |
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VII | L |
Did you determine as we stepped | T |
O'er the lone stone fence Let me get | U |
Her for myself and what's the earth | V |
With all its art verse music worth | V |
Compared with love found gained and kept | T |
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VIII | L |
Schumann's our music maker now | W |
Has his march movement youth and mouth | X |
Ingres's the modern man that paints | Y |
Which will lean on me of his saints | Y |
Heine for songs for kisses how | W |
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IX | Y |
And did you when we entered reached | Z |
The votive frigate soft aloft | A2 |
Riding on air this hundred years | Y |
Safe smiling at old hopes and fears | Y |
Did you draw profit while she preached | Z |
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X | Y |
Resolving Fools we wise men grow | B2 |
Yes I could easily blurt out curt | C2 |
Some question that might find reply | L |
As prompt in her stopped lips dropped eye | L |
And rush of red to cheek and brow | W |
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XI | Y |
Thus were a match made sure and fast | D2 |
'Mid the blue weed flowers round the mound | E2 |
Where issuing we shall stand and stay | C |
For one more look at baths and bay | C |
Sands sea gulls and the old church last | D2 |
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XII | Y |
A match 'twixt me bent wigged and lamed | D2 |
Famous however for verse and worse | Y |
Sure of the Fortieth spare Arm chair | F2 |
When gout and glory seat me there | F2 |
So one whose love freaks pass unblamed | D2 |
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XIII | Y |
And this young beauty round and sound | D2 |
As a mountain apple youth and truth | G2 |
With loves and doves at all events | Y |
With money in the Three per Cents | Y |
Whose choice of me would seem profound | D2 |
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XIV | L |
She might take me as I take her | H2 |
Perfect the hour would pass alas | Y |
Climb high love high what matter Still | I2 |
Feet feelings must descend the hill | I2 |
An hour's perfection can't recur | H2 |
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XV | L |
Then follows Paris and full time | J2 |
For both to reason 'Thus with us ' | - |
She'll sigh 'Thus girls give body and soul | K2 |
'At first word think they gain the goal | K2 |
'When 't is the starting place they climb | J2 |
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XVI | L |
'My friend makes verse and gets renown | L2 |
'Have they all fifty years his peers | Y |
He knows the world firm quiet and gay | C |
'Boys will become as much one day | C |
'They're fools he cheats with beard less brown | L2 |
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XVII | L |
'For boys say Love one or I die | D2 |
'He did not say The truth is youth | G2 |
'I want who am old and know too much | M2 |
'I'd catch youth lend one sight and touch | M2 |
'Drop heart's blood where life's wheels grate dry | D2 |
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XVIII | L |
While I should make rejoinder then | N2 |
It was no doubt you ceased that least | D2 |
Light pressure of my arm in yours | Y |
'I can conceive of cheaper cures | Y |
'For a yawning fit o'er books and men | N2 |
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XIX | Y |
'What All I am was and might be | Y |
'All books taught art brought life's whole strife | L |
'Painful results since precious just | D2 |
'Were fitly exchanged in wise disgust | D2 |
'For two cheeks freshened by youth and sea | Y |
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XX | Y |
'All for a nosegay what came first | D2 |
'With fields on flower untried each side | D2 |
'I rally need my books and men | N2 |
'And find a nosegay' drop it then | N2 |
'No match yet made for best or worst | D2 |
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XXI | Y |
That ended me You judged the porch | O2 |
We left by Norman took our look | P2 |
At sea and sky wondered so few | L |
Find out the place for air and view | L |
Remarked the sun began to scorch | O2 |
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XXII | Y |
Descended soon regained the baths | Y |
And then good bye Years ten since then | N2 |
Ten years We meet you tell me now | W |
By a window seat for that cliff brow | W |
On carpet stripes for those sand paths | Y |
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XXIII | Y |
Now I may speak you fool for all | Q2 |
Your lore WHO made things plain in vain | R2 |
What was the sea for What the grey | C |
Sad church that solitary day | C |
Crosses and graves and swallows' call | Q2 |
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XXIV | L |
Was there nought better than to enjoy | S2 |
No feat which done would make time break | T2 |
And let us pent up creatures through | L |
Into eternity our due | L |
No forcing earth teach heaven's employ | S2 |
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XXV | L |
No wise beginning here and now | W |
What cannot grow complete earth's feat | D2 |
And heaven must finish there and then | N2 |
No tasting earth's true food for men | N2 |
Its sweet in sad its sad in sweet | D2 |
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XXVI | L |
No grasping at love gaining a share | F2 |
O' the sole spark from God's life at strife | L |
With death so sure of range above | L |
The limits here For us and love | L |
Failure but when God fails despair | F2 |
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XXVII | L |
This you call wisdom Thus you add | D2 |
Good unto good again in vain | R2 |
You loved with body worn and weak | U2 |
I loved with faculties to seek | U2 |
Were both loves worthless since ill clad | D2 |
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XXVIII | L |
Let the mere star fish in his vault | D2 |
Crawl in a wash of weed indeed | D2 |
Rose jacynth to the finger tips | Y |
He whole in body and soul outstrips | Y |
Man found with either in default | D2 |
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XXIX | Y |
But what's whole can increase no more | V2 |
Is dwarfed and dies since here's its sphere | W2 |
The devil laughed at you in his sleeve | L |
You knew not That I well believe | L |
Or you had saved two souls nay four | V2 |
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XXX | Y |
For Stephanie sprained last night her wrist | D2 |
Ankle or something Pooh cry you | L |
At any rate she danced all say | Y |
Vilely her vogue has had its day | Y |
Here comes my husband from his whist | Y |
Robert Browning
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