Old Pictures In Florence Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The morn when first it thunders in MarchB
The eel in the pond gives a leap they sayC
As I leaned and looked over the aloed archB
Of the villa gate this warm March dayC
No flash snapped no dumb thunder rolledD
In the valley beneath where white and wideE
And washed by the morning water goldD
Florence lay out on the mountain sideE
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River and bridge and street and squareF
Lay mine as much at my beck and callG
Through the live translucent bath of airF
As the sights in a magic crystal ballG
And of all I saw and of all I praisedH
The most to praise and the best to seeI
Was the startling bell tower Giotto raisedH
But why did it more than startle meI
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Giotto how with that soul of yoursJ
Could you play me false who loved you soK
Some slights if a certain heart enduresJ
Yet it feels I would have your fellows knowK
I' faith I perceive not why I should careF
To break a silence that suits them bestL
But the thing grows somewhat hard to bearF
When I find a Giotto join the restL
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On the arch where olives overheadN
Print the blue sky with twig and leafM
That sharp curled leaf which they never shedN
'Twixt the aloes I used to lean in chiefM
And mark through the winter afternoonsO
By a gift God grants me now and thenP
In the mild decline of those suns like moonsO
Who walked in Florence besides her menP
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They might chirp and chaffer come and goK
For pleasure or profit her men aliveM
My business was hardly with them I trowK
But with empty cells of the human hiveM
With the chapter room the cloister porchQ
The church's apsis aisle or naveM
Its crypt one fingers along with a torchQ
Its face set full for the sun to shaveM
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VIM
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Wherever a fresco peels and dropsR
Wherever an outline weakens and wanesS
Till the latest life in the painting stopsR
Stands One whom each fainter pulse tick painsS
One wishful each scrap should clutch the brickT
Each tinge not wholly escape the plasterU
A lion who dies of an ass's kickT
The wronged great soul of an ancient MasterU
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For oh this world and the wrong it doesV
They are safe in heaven with their backs to itW
The Michaels and Rafaels you hum and buzzV
Round the works of you of the little witW
Do their eyes contract to the earth's old scopeX
Now that they see God face to faceY
And have all attained to be poets I hopeX
'Tis their holiday now in any caseY
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VIIIM
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Much they reck of your praise and youZ
But the wronged great souls can they be quitW
Of a world where their work is all to doZ
Where you style them you of the little witW
Old Master This and Early the OtherU
Not dreaming that Old and New are fellowsA2
A younger succeeds to an elder brotherU
Da Vincis derive in good time from DellosA2
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And here where your praise might yield returnsA2
And a handsome word or two give helpB2
Here after your kind the mastiff girnsA2
And the puppy pack of poodles yelpB2
What not a word for Stefano thereF
Of brow once prominent and starryM
Called Nature's Ape and the world's despairF
For his peerless painting See VasariF
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There stands the Master Study my friendsA2
What a man's work comes to So he plans itW
Performs it perfects it makes amendsA2
For the toiling and moiling and then sic transitW
Happier the thrifty blind folk labourF
With upturned eye while the hand is busyM
Not sidling a glance at the coin of their neighbourF
'Tis looking downward that makes one dizzyM
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XIM
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If you knew their work you would deal your dole ''-
May I take upon me to instruct youZ
When Greek Art ran and reached the goalC2
Thus much had the world to boast in fructuW
The Truth of Man as by God first spokenD2
Which the actual generations garbleE2
Was re uttered and Soul which Limbs betokenD2
And Limbs Soul informs made new in marbleE2
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XIIM
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So you saw yourself as you wished you wereF
As you might have been as you cannot beM
Earth here rebuked by Olympus thereF
And grew content in your poor degreeM
With your little power by those statues' godheadW
And your little scope by their eyes' full swayC
And your little grace by their grace embodiedW
And your little date by their forms that stayC
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XIIIM
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You would fain be kinglier say than I amF2
Even so you will not sit like TheseusM
You would prove a model The Son of PriamF2
Has yet the advantage in arms' and knees' useM
You're wroth can you slay your snake like ApolloK
You're grieved still Niobe's the granderF
You live there's the Racers' frieze to followK
You die there's the dying AlexanderF
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So testing your weakness by their strengthG2
Your meagre charms by their rounded beautyM
Measured by Art in your breadth and lengthG2
You learned to submit is a mortal's dutyM
When I say you'' 'tis the common soulC2
The collective I mean the race of ManD2
That receives life in parts to live in a wholeC2
And grow here according to God's clear planD2
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XVM
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Growth came when looking your last on them allG
You turned your eyes inwardly one fine dayC
And cried with a start What if we so smallG
Be greater and grander the while than theyC
Are they perfect of lineament perfect of statureF
In both of such lower types are weM
Precisely because of our wider natureF
For time theirs ours for eternityM
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XVIM
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To day's brief passion limits their rangeH2
It seethes with the morrow for us and moreF
They are perfect how else they shall never changeH2
We are faulty why not we have time in storeF
The Artificer's hand is not arrestedW
With us we are rough hewn nowise polishedW
They stand for our copy and once investedW
With all they can teach we shall see them abolishedW
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XVIIM
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'Tis a life long toil till our lump be leavenD2
The better What's come to perfection perishesM
Things learned on earth we shall practise in heavenD2
Works done least rapidly Art most cherishesM
Thyself shalt afford the example GiottoW
Thy one work not to decrease or diminishI2
Done at a stroke was just was it not O ''-
Thy great Campanile is still to finishI2
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Is it true that we are now and shall be hereafterF
But what and where depend on life's minuteW
Hails heavenly cheer or infernal laughterF
Our first step out of the gulf or in itW
Shall Man such step within his endeavourF
Man's face have no more play and actionD2
Than joy which is crystallized for everF
Or grief an eternal petrifactionD2
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XIXM
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On which I conclude that the early paintersM
To cries of Greek Art and what more wish you ''-
Replied To become now self acquaintersM
And paint man man whatever the issueM
Make new hopes shine through the flesh they frayC
New fears aggrandize the rags and tattersM
To bring the invisible full into playC
Let the visible go to the dogs what matters ''-
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Give these I exhort you their guerdon and gloryM
For daring so much before they well did itW
The first of the new in our race's storyM
Beats the last of the old 'tis no idle quidditW
The worthies began a revolutionD2
Which if on earth you intend to acknowledgeJ2
Why honour them now ends my allocutionD2
Nor confer your degree when the folk leave collegeJ2
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There's a fancy some lean to and others hateW
That when this life is ended beginsM
New work for the soul in another stateW
Where it strives and gets weary loses and winsM
Where the strong and the weak this world's congeriesM
Repeat in large what they practised in smallG
Through life after life in unlimited seriesM
Only the scale's to be changed that's allG
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Yet I hardly know When a soul has seenD2
By the means of Evil that Good is bestW
And through earth and its noise what is heaven's sereneD2
When our faith in the same has stood the testW
Why the child grown man you burn the rodW
The uses of labour are surely doneD2
There remaineth a rest for the people of GodW
And I have had troubles enough for oneD2
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But at any rate I haK2

Robert Browning



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