One Word More Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| There they are my fifty men and women | B |
| Naming me the fifty poems finished | C |
| Take them Love the book and me together | D |
| Where the heart lies let the brain lie also | E |
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| Rafael made a century of sonnets | F |
| Made and wrote them in a certain volume | G |
| Dinted with the silver pointed pencil | H |
| Else he only used to draw Madonnas | F |
| These the world might view but one the volume | G |
| Who that one you ask Your heart instructs you | I |
| Did she live and love it all her lifetime | J |
| Did she drop his lady of the sonnets | F |
| Die and let it drop beside her pillow | E |
| Where it lay in place of Rafael's glory | A |
| Rafael's cheek so duteous and so loving | K |
| Cheek the world was wont to hail a painter's | F |
| Rafael's cheek her love had turned a poet's | F |
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| You and I would rather read that volume | G |
| Taken to his beating bosom by it | L |
| Lean and list the bosom beats of Rafael | M |
| Would we not than wonder at Madonnas | F |
| Her San Sisto names and Her Foligno | B |
| Her that visits Florence in a vision | B |
| Her that's left with lilies in the Louvre | N |
| Seen by us and all the world in circle | H |
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| You and I will never read that volume | G |
| Guido Reni like his own eye's apple | H |
| Guarded long the treasure book and loved it | L |
| Guido Reni dying all Bologna | B |
| Cried and the world cried too 'Ours the treasure ' | - |
| Suddenly as rare things will it vanished | C |
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| V | B |
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| Dante once prepared to paint an angel | H |
| Whom to please You whisper 'Beatrice ' | - |
| While he mused and traced it and retraced it | L |
| Peradventure with a pen corroded | O |
| Still by drops of that hot ink he dipped for | P |
| When his left hand i' the hair o' the wicked | Q |
| Back he held the brow and pricked its stigma | N |
| Bit into the live man's flesh for parchment | R |
| Loosed him laughed to see the writing rankle | H |
| Let the wretch go festering through Florence | F |
| Dante who loved well because he hated | Q |
| Hated wickedness that hinders loving | K |
| Dante standing studying his angel | H |
| In there broke the folk of his Inferno | B |
| Says he 'Certain people of importance' | F |
| Such he gave his daily dreadful line to | I |
| 'Entered and would seize forsooth the poet ' | - |
| Says the poet 'Then I stopped my painting ' | - |
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| You and I would rather see that angel | H |
| Painted by the tenderness of Dante | S |
| Would we not than read a fresh Inferno | B |
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| You and I will never see that picture | D |
| While he mused on love and Beatrice | F |
| While he softened o'er his outlined angel | H |
| In they broke those 'people of importance' | F |
| We and Bice bear the loss forever | D |
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| What of Rafael's sonnets Dante's picture | D |
| This no artist lives and loves that longs not | T |
| Once and only once and for one only | B |
| Ah the prize to find his love a language | U |
| Fit and fair and simple and sufficient | R |
| Using nature that's an art to others | F |
| Not this one time art that's turned his nature | D |
| Ay of all the artists living loving | K |
| None but would forego his proper dowry | B |
| Does he paint he fain would write a poem | V |
| Does he write he fain would paint a picture | D |
| Put to proof art alien to the artist's | F |
| Once and only once and for one only | B |
| So to be the man and leave the artist | W |
| Gain the man's joy miss the artist's sorrow | B |
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| Wherefore Heaven's gift takes earth's abatement | R |
| He who smites the rock and spreads the water | D |
| Bidding drink and live a crowd beneath him | X |
| Even he the minute makes immortal | H |
| Proves perchance but mortal in the minute | Y |
| Desecrates belike the deed in doing | K |
| While he smites how can he but remember | D |
| So he smote before in such a peril | H |
| When they stood and mocked 'Shall smiting help us ' | - |
| When they drank and sneered 'A stroke is easy ' | - |
| When they wiped their mouths and went their journey | B |
| Throwing him for thanks 'But drought was pleasant ' | - |
| Thus old memories mar the actual triumph | - |
| Thus the doing savors of disrelish | Z |
| Thus achievement lacks a gracious somewhat | Y |
| O'er importuned brows becloud the mandate | A2 |
| Carelessness or consciousness the gesture | D |
| For he bears an ancient wrong about him | X |
| Sees and knows again those phalanxed faces | F |
| Hears yet one time more the 'customed prelude | B2 |
| 'How shouldst thou of all men smite and save us ' | - |
| Guesses what is like to prove the sequel | H |
| 'Egypt's flesh pots nay the drought was better ' | - |
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| Oh the crowd must have emphatic warrant | R |
| Theirs the Sinai forhead's cloven brilliance | F |
| Right arm's rod sweep tongue's imperial fiat | C2 |
| Never dares the man put off the prophet | Y |
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| XI | B |
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| Did he love one face from out the thousands | F |
| Were she Jethro's daughter white and wifely | H |
| Were she but the AEthiopian bondslave | - |
| He would envy yon dumb patient camel | H |
| Keeping a reserve of scanty water | D |
| Meant to save his own life in the desert | D2 |
| Ready in the desert to deliver | D |
| Kneeling down to let his breast be opened | E2 |
| Hoard and life together for his mistress | F |
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| I shall never in the years remaining | K |
| Paint you pictures no nor carve you statues | F |
| Make you music that should all express me | B |
| So it seems I stand on my attainment | R |
| This of verse alone one life allows me | B |
| Verse and nothing else have I to give you | I |
| Other heights in other lives God willing | K |
| All the gifts from all the heights your own Love | - |
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| XIII | F |
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| Yet a semblance of resource avails us | F |
| Shade so finely touched love's sense must seize it | L |
| Take these lines look lovingly and nearly | B |
| Lines I write the first time and the last time | J |
| He who works in fresco steals a hair brush | Z |
| Curbs the liberal hand subservient proudly | B |
| Cramps his spirit crowds its all in little | H |
| Makes a strange art of an art familiar | D |
| Fills his lady's missal marge with flowerets | F |
| He who blows through bronze may breathe through silver | D |
| Fitly serenade a slumbrous princess | F |
| He who writes may write for once as I do | I |
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| Love you saw me gather men and women | B |
| Live or dead or fashioned by my fancy | F |
| Enter each and all and use their service | F |
| Speak from every mouth the speech a poem | V |
| Hardly shall I tell my joys and sorrows | F |
| Hopes and fears belief and disbelieving | K |
| I am mine and yours the rest be all men's | F |
| Karshish Cleon Norbert and the fifty | F |
| Let me speak this once in my true person | B |
| Not as Lippo Roland or Andrea | N |
| Though the fruit of speech be just this sentence | F |
| Pray you look on these my men and women | B |
| Take and keep my fifty poems finished | C |
| Where my heart lies let my brain lie also | F |
| Poor the speech be how I speak for all things | F |
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| Not but that you know me Lo the moon's self | - |
| Here in London yonder late in Florence | F |
| Still we find her face the thrice transfigured | C |
| Curving on a sky imbrued with color | D |
| Drifted over Fiesole by twilight | C |
| Came she our new crescent of a hair's breadth | F2 |
| Full she flared it lamping Samminiato | C |
| Rounder 'twixt the cypresses and rounder | D |
| Perfect till the nightingales applauded | C |
| Now a piece of her old self impoverished | C |
| Hard to greet she traverses the house roofs | F |
| Hurries with unhandsome thrift of silver | D |
| Goes dispiritedly glad to finish | Z |
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| What there's nothing in the moon noteworthy | F |
| Nay for if that moon could love a mortal | H |
| Use to charm him so to fit a fancy | F |
| All her magic 'tis the old sweet mythos | F |
| She would turn a new side to her mortal | H |
| Side unseen of herdsman huntsman steersman | B |
| Blank to Zoroaster on his terrace | F |
| Blind to Galileo on his turret | C |
| Dumb to Homer dumb to Keats him even | B |
| Think the wonder of the moonstruck mortal | H |
| When she turns round comes again in heaven | B |
| Opens out anew for worse or better | D |
| Proves she like some portent of an iceberg | G2 |
| Swimming full upon the ship it founders | F |
| Hungry with huge teeth of splintered crystals | F |
| Proves she as the paved work of a sapphire | D |
| Seen by Moses when he climbed the mountain | B |
| Moses Aaron Nadab and Abihu | H2 |
| Climbed and saw the very God the Highest | C |
| Stand upon the paved work of a sapphire | D |
| Like the bodied heaven in his clearness | F |
| Shone the stone the sapphire of that paved work | I2 |
| When they ate and drank and saw God also | F |
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