Laboratory, The Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCC DDEE FFGG H IIJJ H KKLL H HHMM H NNEE H HH D K OOPP K QQKK K KKKK K RRKK| ANCIEN REGIME | A |
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| I | - |
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| Now that I tying thy glass mask tightly | B |
| May gaze thro' these faint smokes curling whitely | B |
| As thou pliest thy trade in this devil's smithy | C |
| Which is the poison to poison her prithee | C |
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| II | - |
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| He is with her and they know that I know | D |
| Where they are what they do they believe my tears flow | D |
| While they laugh laugh at me at me fled to the drear | E |
| Empty church to pray God in for them I am here | E |
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| III | - |
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| Grind away moisten and mash up thy paste | F |
| Pound at thy powder I am not in haste | F |
| Better sit thus and observe thy strange things | G |
| Than go where men wait me and dance at the King's | G |
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| IV | H |
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| That in the mortar you call it a gum | I |
| Ah the brave tree whence such gold oozings come | I |
| And yonder soft phial the exquisite blue | J |
| Sure to taste sweetly is that poison too | J |
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| V | H |
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| Had I but all of them thee and thy treasures | K |
| What a wild crowd of invisible pleasures | K |
| To carry pure death in an earring a casket | L |
| A signet a fan mount a filigree basket | L |
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| VI | H |
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| Soon at the King's a mere lozenge to give | H |
| And Pauline should have just thirty minutes to live | H |
| But to light a pastile and Elise with her head | M |
| And her breast and her arms and her hands should drop dead | M |
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| VII | H |
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| Quick is it finished The colour's too grim | N |
| Why not soft like the phial's enticing and dim | N |
| Let it brighten her drink let her turn it and stir | E |
| And try it and taste ere she fix and prefer | E |
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| VIII | H |
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| What a drop She's not little no minion like me | H |
| That's why she ensnared him this never will free | H |
| The soul from those masculine eyes Say no '' | - |
| To that pulse's magnificent come and go | D |
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| IX | K |
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| For only last night as they whispered I brought | O |
| My own eyes to bear on her so that I thought | O |
| Could I keep them one half minute fixed she would fall | P |
| Shrivelled she fell not yet this does it all | P |
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| X | K |
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| Not that I bid you spare her the pain | Q |
| Let death be felt and the proof remain | Q |
| Brand burn up bite into its grace | K |
| He is sure to remember her dying face | K |
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| XI | K |
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| Is it done Take my mask off Nay be not morose | K |
| It kills her and this prevents seeing it close | K |
| The delicate droplet my whole fortune's fee | K |
| If it hurts her beside can it ever hurt me | K |
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| XII | K |
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| Now take all my jewels gorge gold to your fill | R |
| You may kiss me old man on my mouth if you will | R |
| But brush this dust off me lest horror it brings | K |
| Ere I know it next moment I dance at the King's | K |
Robert Browning
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