Italian In England, The Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJ KKLLMMNNOOPPQQRRSSTT UUVVWW XXAAYYZZHHCCA2B2C2C2 D2D2E2E2F2F2LLG2G2GG H2H2I2J2K2K2L2L2M2M2 N2N2 O2P2P2KKJ2J2Q2Q2P A2A2R2R2S2S2XXA T2T2 U2U2AU2V2V2U2U2AAW2W 2U2U2U2U2U2U2X2X2U2U 2HHU2U2OOU2U2Y2Y2 U2U2U2Z2Z2A3A3B3B3U2 U2C3C3U2U2HH D3D3| That second time they hunted me | A |
| From hill to plain from shore to sea | A |
| And Austria hounding far and wide | B |
| Her blood hounds thro' the country side | B |
| Breathed hot and instant on my trace | C |
| I made six days a hiding place | C |
| Of that dry green old aqueduct | D |
| Where I and Charles when boys have plucked | D |
| The fire flies from the roof above | E |
| Bright creeping thro' the moss they love | E |
| How long it seems since Charles was lost | F |
| Six days the soldiers crossed and crossed | F |
| The country in my very sight | G |
| And when that peril ceased at night | G |
| The sky broke out in red dismay | H |
| With signal fires well there I lay | H |
| Close covered o'er in my recess | I |
| Up to the neck in ferns and cress | I |
| Thinking on Metternich our friend | J |
| And Charles's miserable end | J |
| And much beside two days the third | K |
| Hunger o'ercame me when I heard | K |
| The peasants from the village go | L |
| To work among the maize you know | L |
| With us in Lombardy they bring | M |
| Provisions packed on mules a string | M |
| With little bells that cheer their task | N |
| And casks and boughs on every cask | N |
| To keep the sun's heat from the wine | O |
| These I let pass in jingling line | O |
| And close on them dear noisy crew | P |
| The peasants from the village too | P |
| For at the very rear would troop | Q |
| Their wives and sisters in a group | Q |
| To help I knew When these had passed | R |
| I threw my glove to strike the last | R |
| Taking the chance she did not start | S |
| Much less cry out but stooped apart | S |
| One instant rapidly glanced round | T |
| And saw me beckon from the ground | T |
| A wild bush grows and hides my crypt | U |
| She picked my glove up while she stripped | U |
| A branch off then rejoined the rest | V |
| With that my glove lay in her breast | V |
| Then I drew breath they disappeared | W |
| It was for Italy I feared | W |
| - | |
| An hour and she returned alone | X |
| Exactly where my glove was thrown | X |
| Meanwhile came many thoughts on me | A |
| Rested the hopes of Italy | A |
| I had devised a certain tale | Y |
| Which when 'twas told her could not fail | Y |
| Persuade a peasant of its truth | Z |
| I meant to call a freak of youth | Z |
| This hiding and give hopes of pay | H |
| And no temptation to betray | H |
| But when I saw that woman's face | C |
| Its calm simplicity of grace | C |
| Our Italy's own attitude | A2 |
| In which she walked thus far and stood | B2 |
| Planting each naked foot so firm | C2 |
| To crush the snake and spare the worm | C2 |
| At first sight of her eyes I said | D2 |
| I am that man upon whose head | D2 |
| They fix the price because I hate | E2 |
| The Austrians over us the State | E2 |
| Will give you gold oh gold so much | F2 |
| If you betray me to their clutch | F2 |
| And be your death for aught I know | L |
| If once they find you saved their foe | L |
| Now you must bring me food and drink | G2 |
| And also paper pen and ink | G2 |
| And carry safe what I shall write | G |
| To Padua which you'll reach at night | G |
| Before the duomo shuts go in | H2 |
| And wait till Tenebr begin | H2 |
| Walk to the third confessional | I2 |
| Between the pillar and the wall | J2 |
| And kneeling whisper Whence comes peace | K2 |
| Say it a second time then cease | K2 |
| And if the voice inside returns | L2 |
| From Christ and Freedom what concerns | L2 |
| The cause of Peace for answer slip | M2 |
| My letter where you placed your lip | M2 |
| Then come back happy we have done | N2 |
| Our mother service I the son | N2 |
| As you the daughter of our land '' | - |
| - | |
| Three mornings more she took her stand | O2 |
| In the same place with the same eyes | P2 |
| I was no surer of sun rise | P2 |
| That of her coming We conferred | K |
| Of her own prospects and I heard | K |
| She had a lover stout and tall | J2 |
| She said then let her eyelids fall | J2 |
| He could do much'' as if some doubt | Q2 |
| Entered her heart then passing out | Q2 |
| She could not speak for others who | P |
| Had other thoughts herself she knew '' | - |
| And so she brought me drink and food | A2 |
| After four days the scouts pursued | A2 |
| Another path at last arrived | R2 |
| The help my Paduan friends contrived | R2 |
| To furnish me she brought the news | S2 |
| For the first time I could not choose | S2 |
| But kiss her hand and lay my own | X |
| Upon her head This faith was shown | X |
| To Italy our mother she | A |
| Uses my hand and blesses thee '' | - |
| She followed down to the sea shore | T2 |
| I left and never saw her more | T2 |
| - | |
| How very long since I have thought | U2 |
| Concerning much less wished for aught | U2 |
| Beside the good of Italy | A |
| For which I live and mean to die | U2 |
| I never was in love and since | V2 |
| Charles proved false what shall now convince | V2 |
| My inmost heart I have a friend | U2 |
| However if I pleased to spend | U2 |
| Real wishes on myself say three | A |
| I know at least what one should be | A |
| I would grasp Metternich until | W2 |
| I felt his red wet throat distil | W2 |
| In blood thro' these two hands And next | U2 |
| Nor much for that am I perplexed | U2 |
| Charles perjured traitor for his part | U2 |
| Should die slow of a broken heart | U2 |
| Under his new employer Last | U2 |
| Ah there what should I wish For fast | U2 |
| Do I grow old and out of strength | X2 |
| If I resolved to seek at length | X2 |
| My father's house again how scared | U2 |
| They all would look and unprepared | U2 |
| My brothers live in Austria's pay | H |
| Disowned me long ago men say | H |
| And all my early mates who used | U2 |
| To praise me so perhaps induced | U2 |
| More than one early step of mine | O |
| Are turning wise while some opine | O |
| Freedom grows license '' some suspect | U2 |
| Haste breeds delay '' and recollect | U2 |
| They always said such premature | Y2 |
| Beginnings never could endure | Y2 |
| So with a sullen All's for best '' | - |
| The land seems settling to its rest | U2 |
| I think then I should wish to stand | U2 |
| This evening in that dear lost land | U2 |
| Over the sea the thousand miles | Z2 |
| And know if yet that woman smiles | Z2 |
| With the calm smile some little farm | A3 |
| She lives in there no doubt what harm | A3 |
| If I sat on the door side bench | B3 |
| And while her spindle made a trench | B3 |
| Fantastically in the dust | U2 |
| Inquired of all her fortunes just | U2 |
| Her children's ages and their names | C3 |
| And what may be the husband's aims | C3 |
| For each of them I'd talk this out | U2 |
| And sit there for an hour about | U2 |
| Then kiss her hand once more and lay | H |
| Mine on her head and go my way | H |
| - | |
| So much for idle wishing how | D3 |
| It steals the time To business now | D3 |
Robert Browning
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