Garden-fancies - Ii. Sibrandus Schafnaburgensis Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A ABABCDCD A EFGFHIHI A JKLKDMDM N OPOQNRNR N RSRSTRTR N FDFDSRSR N RDRDRURQ N VVVVRWRW R UNUNXVXVI | A |
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Plague take all your pedants say I | A |
He who wrote what I hold in my hand | B |
Centuries back was so good as to die | A |
Leaving this rubbish to cumber the land | B |
This that was a book in its time | C |
Printed on paper and bound in leather | D |
Last month in the white of a matin prime | C |
Just when the birds sang all together | D |
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II | A |
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Into the garden I brought it to read | E |
And under the arbute and laurustine | F |
Read it so help me grace in my need | G |
From title page to closing line | F |
Chapter on chapter did I count | H |
As a curious traveller counts Stonehenge | I |
Added up the mortal amount | H |
And then proceeded to my revenge | I |
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III | A |
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Yonder's a plum tree with a crevice | J |
An owl would build in were he but sage | K |
For a lap of moss like a fine pont levis | L |
In a castle of the Middle Age | K |
Joins to a lip of gum pure amber | D |
When he'd be private there might he spend | M |
Hours alone in his lady's chamber | D |
Into this crevice I dropped our friend | M |
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IV | N |
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Splash went he as under he ducked | O |
At the bottom I knew rain drippings stagnate | P |
Next a handful of blossoms I plucked | O |
To bury him with my bookshelf's magnate | Q |
Then I went in doors brought out a loaf | N |
Half a cheese and a bottle of Chablis | R |
Lay on the grass and forgot the oaf | N |
Over a jolly chapter of Rabelais | R |
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V | N |
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Now this morning betwixt the moss | R |
And gum that locked our friend in limbo | S |
A spider had spun his web across | R |
And sat in the midst with arms akimbo | S |
So I took pity for learning's sake | T |
And de profundis accentibus l tis | R |
Cantate quoth I as I got a rake | T |
And up I fished his delectable treatise | R |
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VI | N |
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Here you have it dry in the sun | F |
With all the binding all of a blister | D |
And great blue spots where the ink has run | F |
And reddish streaks that wink and glister | D |
O'er the page so beautifully yellow | S |
Oh well have the droppings played their tricks | R |
Did he guess how toadstools grow this fellow | S |
Here's one stuck in his chapter six | R |
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VII | N |
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How did he like it when the live creatures | R |
Tickled and toused and browsed him all over | D |
And worm slug eft with serious features | R |
Came in each one for his right of trover | D |
When the water beetle with great blind deaf face | R |
Made of her eggs the stately deposit | U |
And the newt borrowed just so much of the preface | R |
As tiled in the top of his black wife's closet | Q |
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VIII | N |
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All that life and fun and romping | V |
All that frisking and twisting and coupling | V |
While slowly our poor friend's leaves were swamping | V |
And clasps were cracking and covers suppling | V |
As if you had carried sour John Knox | R |
To the play house at Paris Vienna or Munich | W |
Fastened him into a front row box | R |
And danced off the Ballet with trousers and tunic | W |
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IX | R |
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Come old Martyr What torment enough is it | U |
Back to my room shall you take your sweet self | N |
Good bye mother beetle husband eft sufficit | U |
See the snug niche I have made on my shelf | N |
A 's book shall prop you up B 's shall cover you | X |
Here's C to be grave with or D to be gay | V |
And with E on each side and F right over you | X |
Dry rot at ease till the Judgment day | V |
Robert Browning
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