Old Pictures In Florence Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEDE A FGFGHIHI A JKJKFLFL M NMNMOPOP M KMKMQMQM M RSRSTUTU M VWVWXYXY M ZWZWUA2UA2 A2 A2B2A2B2FMFF A2 A2WA2WFMFM M ZC2WD2E2D2E2 M FMFMWCWC M F2MF2MKFKF M G2MG2MC2D2C2D2 M GCGCFMFM M H2FH2FWWWW M D2MD2MWI2 I2 M FWFWFD2FD2 M M MMCMC M MWMWD2J2D2J2 M WMWMMGMG M D2WD2WWD2WD2 M K2I | A |
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The morn when first it thunders in March | B |
The eel in the pond gives a leap they say | C |
As I leaned and looked over the aloed arch | B |
Of the villa gate this warm March day | C |
No flash snapped no dumb thunder rolled | D |
In the valley beneath where white and wide | E |
And washed by the morning water gold | D |
Florence lay out on the mountain side | E |
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II | A |
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River and bridge and street and square | F |
Lay mine as much at my beck and call | G |
Through the live translucent bath of air | F |
As the sights in a magic crystal ball | G |
And of all I saw and of all I praised | H |
The most to praise and the best to see | I |
Was the startling bell tower Giotto raised | H |
But why did it more than startle me | I |
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III | A |
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Giotto how with that soul of yours | J |
Could you play me false who loved you so | K |
Some slights if a certain heart endures | J |
Yet it feels I would have your fellows know | K |
I' faith I perceive not why I should care | F |
To break a silence that suits them best | L |
But the thing grows somewhat hard to bear | F |
When I find a Giotto join the rest | L |
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IV | M |
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On the arch where olives overhead | N |
Print the blue sky with twig and leaf | M |
That sharp curled leaf which they never shed | N |
'Twixt the aloes I used to lean in chief | M |
And mark through the winter afternoons | O |
By a gift God grants me now and then | P |
In the mild decline of those suns like moons | O |
Who walked in Florence besides her men | P |
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V | M |
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They might chirp and chaffer come and go | K |
For pleasure or profit her men alive | M |
My business was hardly with them I trow | K |
But with empty cells of the human hive | M |
With the chapter room the cloister porch | Q |
The church's apsis aisle or nave | M |
Its crypt one fingers along with a torch | Q |
Its face set full for the sun to shave | M |
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VI | M |
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Wherever a fresco peels and drops | R |
Wherever an outline weakens and wanes | S |
Till the latest life in the painting stops | R |
Stands One whom each fainter pulse tick pains | S |
One wishful each scrap should clutch the brick | T |
Each tinge not wholly escape the plaster | U |
A lion who dies of an ass's kick | T |
The wronged great soul of an ancient Master | U |
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VII | M |
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For oh this world and the wrong it does | V |
They are safe in heaven with their backs to it | W |
The Michaels and Rafaels you hum and buzz | V |
Round the works of you of the little wit | W |
Do their eyes contract to the earth's old scope | X |
Now that they see God face to face | Y |
And have all attained to be poets I hope | X |
'Tis their holiday now in any case | Y |
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VIII | M |
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Much they reck of your praise and you | Z |
But the wronged great souls can they be quit | W |
Of a world where their work is all to do | Z |
Where you style them you of the little wit | W |
Old Master This and Early the Other | U |
Not dreaming that Old and New are fellows | A2 |
A younger succeeds to an elder brother | U |
Da Vincis derive in good time from Dellos | A2 |
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IX | A2 |
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And here where your praise might yield returns | A2 |
And a handsome word or two give help | B2 |
Here after your kind the mastiff girns | A2 |
And the puppy pack of poodles yelp | B2 |
What not a word for Stefano there | F |
Of brow once prominent and starry | M |
Called Nature's Ape and the world's despair | F |
For his peerless painting See Vasari | F |
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X | A2 |
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There stands the Master Study my friends | A2 |
What a man's work comes to So he plans it | W |
Performs it perfects it makes amends | A2 |
For the toiling and moiling and then sic transit | W |
Happier the thrifty blind folk labour | F |
With upturned eye while the hand is busy | M |
Not sidling a glance at the coin of their neighbour | F |
'Tis looking downward that makes one dizzy | M |
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XI | M |
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If you knew their work you would deal your dole '' | - |
May I take upon me to instruct you | Z |
When Greek Art ran and reached the goal | C2 |
Thus much had the world to boast in fructu | W |
The Truth of Man as by God first spoken | D2 |
Which the actual generations garble | E2 |
Was re uttered and Soul which Limbs betoken | D2 |
And Limbs Soul informs made new in marble | E2 |
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XII | M |
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So you saw yourself as you wished you were | F |
As you might have been as you cannot be | M |
Earth here rebuked by Olympus there | F |
And grew content in your poor degree | M |
With your little power by those statues' godhead | W |
And your little scope by their eyes' full sway | C |
And your little grace by their grace embodied | W |
And your little date by their forms that stay | C |
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XIII | M |
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You would fain be kinglier say than I am | F2 |
Even so you will not sit like Theseus | M |
You would prove a model The Son of Priam | F2 |
Has yet the advantage in arms' and knees' use | M |
You're wroth can you slay your snake like Apollo | K |
You're grieved still Niobe's the grander | F |
You live there's the Racers' frieze to follow | K |
You die there's the dying Alexander | F |
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XIV | M |
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So testing your weakness by their strength | G2 |
Your meagre charms by their rounded beauty | M |
Measured by Art in your breadth and length | G2 |
You learned to submit is a mortal's duty | M |
When I say you'' 'tis the common soul | C2 |
The collective I mean the race of Man | D2 |
That receives life in parts to live in a whole | C2 |
And grow here according to God's clear plan | D2 |
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XV | M |
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Growth came when looking your last on them all | G |
You turned your eyes inwardly one fine day | C |
And cried with a start What if we so small | G |
Be greater and grander the while than they | C |
Are they perfect of lineament perfect of stature | F |
In both of such lower types are we | M |
Precisely because of our wider nature | F |
For time theirs ours for eternity | M |
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XVI | M |
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To day's brief passion limits their range | H2 |
It seethes with the morrow for us and more | F |
They are perfect how else they shall never change | H2 |
We are faulty why not we have time in store | F |
The Artificer's hand is not arrested | W |
With us we are rough hewn nowise polished | W |
They stand for our copy and once invested | W |
With all they can teach we shall see them abolished | W |
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XVII | M |
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'Tis a life long toil till our lump be leaven | D2 |
The better What's come to perfection perishes | M |
Things learned on earth we shall practise in heaven | D2 |
Works done least rapidly Art most cherishes | M |
Thyself shalt afford the example Giotto | W |
Thy one work not to decrease or diminish | I2 |
Done at a stroke was just was it not O '' | - |
Thy great Campanile is still to finish | I2 |
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XVIII | M |
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Is it true that we are now and shall be hereafter | F |
But what and where depend on life's minute | W |
Hails heavenly cheer or infernal laughter | F |
Our first step out of the gulf or in it | W |
Shall Man such step within his endeavour | F |
Man's face have no more play and action | D2 |
Than joy which is crystallized for ever | F |
Or grief an eternal petrifaction | D2 |
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XIX | M |
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On which I conclude that the early painters | M |
To cries of Greek Art and what more wish you '' | - |
Replied To become now self acquainters | M |
And paint man man whatever the issue | M |
Make new hopes shine through the flesh they fray | C |
New fears aggrandize the rags and tatters | M |
To bring the invisible full into play | C |
Let the visible go to the dogs what matters '' | - |
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XX | M |
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Give these I exhort you their guerdon and glory | M |
For daring so much before they well did it | W |
The first of the new in our race's story | M |
Beats the last of the old 'tis no idle quiddit | W |
The worthies began a revolution | D2 |
Which if on earth you intend to acknowledge | J2 |
Why honour them now ends my allocution | D2 |
Nor confer your degree when the folk leave college | J2 |
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XXI | M |
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There's a fancy some lean to and others hate | W |
That when this life is ended begins | M |
New work for the soul in another state | W |
Where it strives and gets weary loses and wins | M |
Where the strong and the weak this world's congeries | M |
Repeat in large what they practised in small | G |
Through life after life in unlimited series | M |
Only the scale's to be changed that's all | G |
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XXII | M |
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Yet I hardly know When a soul has seen | D2 |
By the means of Evil that Good is best | W |
And through earth and its noise what is heaven's serene | D2 |
When our faith in the same has stood the test | W |
Why the child grown man you burn the rod | W |
The uses of labour are surely done | D2 |
There remaineth a rest for the people of God | W |
And I have had troubles enough for one | D2 |
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XXIII | M |
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But at any rate I ha | K2 |
Robert Browning
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