My Last Duchess Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEFFGGHHIIJJKK LLMNOOPPQQRRSSTTUUVV WXYYBBZZBBA2A2B2B2C2 C2| That's my last duchess painted on the wall | A |
| Looking as if she were alive I call | A |
| That piece a wonder now Fr agrave Pandolf's hands | B |
| Worked busily a day and there she stands | B |
| Will't please you sit and look at her I said | C |
| Fr agrave Pandolf by design for never read | C |
| Strangers like you that pictured countenance | D |
| The depth and passion of its earnest glance | E |
| But to myself they turned since none puts by | F |
| The curtain I have drawn for you but I | F |
| And seemed as they would ask me if they durst | G |
| How such a glance came there so not the first | G |
| Are you to turn and ask thus Sir 'twas not | H |
| Her husband's presence only called that spot | H |
| Of joy into the Duchess' cheek perhaps | I |
| Fr agrave Pandolf chanced to say Her mantle laps | I |
| Over my lady's wrist too much or Paint | J |
| Must never hope to reproduce the faint | J |
| Half flush that dies along her throat such stuff | K |
| Was courtesy she thought and cause enough | K |
| For calling up that spot of joy She had | L |
| A heart how shall I say too soon made glad | L |
| Too easily impressed she liked whate'er | M |
| She looked on and her looks went everywhere | N |
| Sir 'twas all one My favor at her breast | O |
| The dropping of the daylight in the West | O |
| The bough of cherries some officious fool | P |
| Broke in the orchard for her the white mule | P |
| She rode with round the terrace all and each | Q |
| Would draw from her alike the approving speech | Q |
| Or blush at least She thanked men good but thanked | R |
| Somehow I know not how as if she ranked | R |
| My gift of a nine hundred years old name | S |
| With anybody's gift Who'd stoop to blame | S |
| This sort of trifling Even had you skill | T |
| In speech which I have not to make your will | T |
| Quite clear to such an one and say Just this | U |
| Or that in you disgusts me here you miss | U |
| Or there exceed the mark and if she let | V |
| Herself be lessoned so nor plainly set | V |
| Her wits to yours forsooth and make excuse | W |
| E'en then would be some stooping and I choose | X |
| Never to stoop Oh sir she smiled no doubt | Y |
| Whene'er I passed her but who passed without | Y |
| Much the same smile This grew I gave commands | B |
| Then all smiles stopped together There she stands | B |
| As if alive Will't please you rise We'll meet | Z |
| The company below then I repeat | Z |
| The Count your master's known munificence | B |
| Is ample warrant that no just pretense | B |
| Of mine for dowry will be disallowed | A2 |
| Though his fair daughter's self as I avowed | A2 |
| At starting is my object Nay we'll go | B2 |
| Together down sir Notice Neptune though | B2 |
| Taming a sea horse thought a rarity | C2 |
| Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me | C2 |
Robert Browning
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