Dîs Aliter Visum; Or, Le Byron De Nos Jours Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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IA
Stop let me have the truth of thatB
Is that all true I say the dayC
Ten years ago when both of usD
Met on a morning friends as thusD
We meet this evening friends or whatE
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IIA
Did you because I took your armF
And sillily smiled A mass of brassG
That sea looks blazing underneathH
While up the cliff road edged with heathH
We took the turns nor came to harmF
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IIIA
Did you consider Now makes twiceI
That I have seen her walked and talkedJ
With this poor pretty thoughtful thingK
Whose worth I weigh she tries to singK
Draws hopes in time the eye grows niceI
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IVL
Reads verse and thinks she understandsM
Loves all at any rate that's greatN
Good beautiful but much as weO
Down at the bath house love the seaO
Who breathe its salt and bruise its sandsM
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VO
While do but follow the fishing gullP
That flaps and floats from wave to caveL
There's the sea lover fair my friendQ
What then Be patient mark and mendQ
Had you the making of your scullP
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VIL
And did you when we faced the churchR
With spire and sad slate roof aloofL
From human fellowship so farS
Where a few graveyard crosses areS
And garlands for the swallows' perchR
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VIIL
Did you determine as we steppedT
O'er the lone stone fence Let me getU
Her for myself and what's the earthV
With all its art verse music worthV
Compared with love found gained and keptT
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VIIIL
Schumann's our music maker nowW
Has his march movement youth and mouthX
Ingres's the modern man that paintsY
Which will lean on me of his saintsY
Heine for songs for kisses howW
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IXY
And did you when we entered reachedZ
The votive frigate soft aloftA2
Riding on air this hundred yearsY
Safe smiling at old hopes and fearsY
Did you draw profit while she preachedZ
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XY
Resolving Fools we wise men growB2
Yes I could easily blurt out curtC2
Some question that might find replyL
As prompt in her stopped lips dropped eyeL
And rush of red to cheek and browW
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XIY
Thus were a match made sure and fastD2
'Mid the blue weed flowers round the moundE2
Where issuing we shall stand and stayC
For one more look at baths and bayC
Sands sea gulls and the old church lastD2
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XIIY
A match 'twixt me bent wigged and lamedD2
Famous however for verse and worseY
Sure of the Fortieth spare Arm chairF2
When gout and glory seat me thereF2
So one whose love freaks pass unblamedD2
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XIIIY
And this young beauty round and soundD2
As a mountain apple youth and truthG2
With loves and doves at all eventsY
With money in the Three per CentsY
Whose choice of me would seem profoundD2
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XIVL
She might take me as I take herH2
Perfect the hour would pass alasY
Climb high love high what matter StillI2
Feet feelings must descend the hillI2
An hour's perfection can't recurH2
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XVL
Then follows Paris and full timeJ2
For both to reason 'Thus with us '-
She'll sigh 'Thus girls give body and soulK2
'At first word think they gain the goalK2
'When 't is the starting place they climbJ2
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XVIL
'My friend makes verse and gets renownL2
'Have they all fifty years his peersY
He knows the world firm quiet and gayC
'Boys will become as much one dayC
'They're fools he cheats with beard less brownL2
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XVIIL
'For boys say Love one or I dieD2
'He did not say The truth is youthG2
'I want who am old and know too muchM2
'I'd catch youth lend one sight and touchM2
'Drop heart's blood where life's wheels grate dryD2
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XVIIIL
While I should make rejoinder thenN2
It was no doubt you ceased that leastD2
Light pressure of my arm in yoursY
'I can conceive of cheaper curesY
'For a yawning fit o'er books and menN2
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XIXY
'What All I am was and might beY
'All books taught art brought life's whole strifeL
'Painful results since precious justD2
'Were fitly exchanged in wise disgustD2
'For two cheeks freshened by youth and seaY
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XXY
'All for a nosegay what came firstD2
'With fields on flower untried each sideD2
'I rally need my books and menN2
'And find a nosegay' drop it thenN2
'No match yet made for best or worstD2
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XXIY
That ended me You judged the porchO2
We left by Norman took our lookP2
At sea and sky wondered so fewL
Find out the place for air and viewL
Remarked the sun began to scorchO2
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XXIIY
Descended soon regained the bathsY
And then good bye Years ten since thenN2
Ten years We meet you tell me nowW
By a window seat for that cliff browW
On carpet stripes for those sand pathsY
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XXIIIY
Now I may speak you fool for allQ2
Your lore WHO made things plain in vainR2
What was the sea for What the greyC
Sad church that solitary dayC
Crosses and graves and swallows' callQ2
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XXIVL
Was there nought better than to enjoyS2
No feat which done would make time breakT2
And let us pent up creatures throughL
Into eternity our dueL
No forcing earth teach heaven's employS2
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XXVL
No wise beginning here and nowW
What cannot grow complete earth's featD2
And heaven must finish there and thenN2
No tasting earth's true food for menN2
Its sweet in sad its sad in sweetD2
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XXVIL
No grasping at love gaining a shareF2
O' the sole spark from God's life at strifeL
With death so sure of range aboveL
The limits here For us and loveL
Failure but when God fails despairF2
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XXVIIL
This you call wisdom Thus you addD2
Good unto good again in vainR2
You loved with body worn and weakU2
I loved with faculties to seekU2
Were both loves worthless since ill cladD2
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XXVIIIL
Let the mere star fish in his vaultD2
Crawl in a wash of weed indeedD2
Rose jacynth to the finger tipsY
He whole in body and soul outstripsY
Man found with either in defaultD2
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XXIXY
But what's whole can increase no moreV2
Is dwarfed and dies since here's its sphereW2
The devil laughed at you in his sleeveL
You knew not That I well believeL
Or you had saved two souls nay fourV2
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XXXY
For Stephanie sprained last night her wristD2
Ankle or something Pooh cry youL
At any rate she danced all sayY
Vilely her vogue has had its dayY
Here comes my husband from his whistY

Robert Browning



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