Pippa Passes: Part I: Morning Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Scene Up the Hill side inside the Shrub house Luca's wife Ottima and her paramour the German Sebald	A
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Sebald	A
sings	B
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Let the watching lids wink	C
Day's a blaze with eyes think	C
Deep into the night drink	C
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Ottima	D
Night Such may be your Rhine land nights perhaps	E
But this blood red beam through the shutter's chink	C
We call such light the morning let us see	F
Mind how you grope your way though How these tall	G
Naked geraniums straggle Push the lattice	H
Behind that frame Nay do I bid you Sebald	A
It shakes the dust down on me Why of course	I
The slide bolt catches Well are you content	J
Or must I find you something else to spoil	K
Kiss and be friends my Sebald Is 't full morning	L
Oh don't speak then	M
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Sebald	A
Ay thus it used to be	F
Ever your house was I remember shut	N
Till mid day I observed that as I strolled	O
On mornings through the vale here country girls	P
Were noisy washing garments in the brook	Q
Hinds drove the slow white oxen up the hills	R
But no your house was mute would ope no eye	S
And wisely you were plotting one thing there	T
Nature another outside I looked up	U
Rough white wood shutters rusty iron bars	V
Silent as death blind in a flood of light	W
Oh I remember and the peasants laughed	X
And said The old man sleeps with the young wife	Y
This house was his this chair this window his	Z
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Ottima	D
Ah the clear morning I can see St Mark's	A2
That black streak is the belfry Stop Vicenza	A2
Should lie there's Padua plain enough that blue	B2
Look o'er my shoulder follow my finger	C2
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Sebald	A
Morning	L
It seems to me a night with a sun added	D2
Where's dew where's freshness That bruised plant I bruised	E2
In getting through the lattice yestereve	Y
Droops as it did See here's my elbow's mark	F2
I' the dust o' the sill	G2
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Ottima	D
Oh shut the lattice pray	H2
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Sebald	A
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Let me lean out I cannot scent blood here	I2
Foul as the morn may be	F
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There shut the world out	J2
How do you feel now Ottima There curse	A2
The world and all outside Let us throw off	Y
This mask how do you bear yourself Let's out	J2
With all of it	K2
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Ottima	D
Best never speak of it	K2
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Sebald	A
Best speak again and yet again of it	K2
Till words cease to be more than words His blood	D2
For instance let those two words mean His blood	D2
And nothing more Notice I'll say them now	L2
His blood	D2
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Ottima	D
Assuredly if I repented	M2
The deed	N2
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Sebald	A
Repent Who should repent or why	S
What puts that in your head Did I once say	H2
That I repented	M2
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Ottima	D
No I said the deed	N2
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Sebald	A
The deed and the event just now it was	A2
Our passion's fruit the devil take such cant	O2
Say once and always Luca was a wittol	G2
I am his cut throat you are	P2
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Ottima	D
Here's the wine	Q2
I brought it when we left the house above	Y
And glasses too wine of both sorts Black White then	M
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Sebald	A
But am not I his cut throat What are you	B2
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Ottima	D
There trudges on his business from the Duomo	D
Benet the Capuchin with his brown hood	R2
And bare feet always in one place at church	S2
Close under the stone wall by the south entry	F
I used to take him for a brown cold piece	A2
Of the wall's self as out of it he rose	A2
To let me pass at first I say I used	E2
Now so has that dumb figure fastened on me	F
I rather should account the plastered wall	G2
A piece of him so chilly does it strike	T2
This Sebald	A
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Sebald	A
No the white wine the white wine	Q2
Well Ottima I promised no new year	U2
Should rise on us the ancient shameful way	H2
Nor does it rise Pour on To your black eyes	A2
Do you remember last damned New Year's day	H2
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Ottima	F
You brought those foreign prints We looked at them	F
Over the wine and fruit I had to scheme	F
To get him from the fire Nothing but saying	L
His own set wants the proof mark roused him up	U
To hunt them out	J2
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Sebald	A
'Faith he is not alive	Y
To fondle you before my face	A2
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Ottima	F
Do you	B2
Fondle me then Who means to take your life	Y
For that my Sebald	A
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Sebald	A
Hark you Ottima	F
One thing to guard against We'll not make much	V2
One of the other that is not make more	W2
Parade of warmth childish officious coil	G2
Than yesterday as if sweet I supposed	X2
Proof upon proof were needed now now first	Y2
To show I love you yes still love you love you	B2
In spite of Luca and what's come to him	F
Sure sign we had him ever in our thoughts	A2
White sneering old reproachful face and all	G2
We'll even quarrel love at times as if	Y
We still could lose each other were not tied	Z2
By this conceive you	B2
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Ottima	F
Love	Y
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Sebald	A
Not tied so sure	A3
Because though I was wrought upon have struck	B3
His insolence back into him am I	S
So surely yours therefore forever yours	A2
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Ottima	F
Love to be wise one counsel pays another	C2
Should we have months ago when first we loved	C3
For instance that May morning we two stole	G2
Under the green ascent of sycamores	A2
If we had come upon a thing like that	D3
Suddenly	F
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Sebald	A
A thing there again a thing	L
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Ottima	F
Then Venus' body had we come upon	E3
My husband Luca Gaddi's murdered corpse	A2
Within there at his couch foot covered close	A2
Would you have pored upon it Why persist	F3
In poring now upon it For't is here	I2
As much as there in the deserted house	A2
You cannot rid your eyes of it For me	F
Now he is dead I hate him worse I hate	G3
Dare you stay here I would go back and hold	O
His two dead hands and say I hate you worse	A2
Luca than	H3
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Sebald	A
Off off take your hands off mine	Q2
'T is the hot evening off oh morning is it	K2
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Ottima	F
There's one thing must be done you know what thing	L
Come in and help to carry We may sleep	I3
Anywhere in the whole wide house to night	W
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Sebald	A
What would come think you if we let him lie	S
Just as he is Let him lie there until	G2
The angels take him He is turned by this	A2
Off from his face beside as you will see	F
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Ottima	F
This dusty pane might serve for looking glass	A2
Three four four grey hairs Is it so you said	J3
A plait of hair should wave across my neck	K3
No this way	H2
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Sebald	A
Ottima I would give your neck	K3
Each splendid shoulder both those breasts of yours	A2
That this were undone Killing Kill the world	L3
So Luca lives again ay lives to sputter	C2
His fulsome dotage on you yes and feign	M3
Surprise that I return at eve to sup	U
When all the morning I was loitering here	I2
Bid me despatch my business and begone	M3
I would	R2
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Ottima	F
See	F
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Sebald	A
No I'll finish Do you think	C
I fear to speak the bare truth once for all	G2
All we have talked of is at bottom fine	M3
To suffer there's a recompense in guilt	N3
One must be venturous and fortunate	N
What is one young for else In age we'll sigh	S
O'er the wild reckless wicked days flown over	C2
Still we have lived the vice was in its place	A2
But to have eaten Luca's bread have worn	M3
His clothes have felt his money swell my purse	A2
Do lovers in romances sin that way	H2
Why I was starving when I used to call	G2
And teach you music starving while you plucked me	F
These flowers to smell	G2
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Ottima	F
My poor lost friend	O3
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Sebald	A
He gave me	F
Life nothing less what if he did reproach	P3
My perfidy and threaten and do more	W2
Had he no right What was to wonder at	D3
He sat by us at table quietly	F
Why must you lean across till our cheeks touched	Q3
Could he do less than make pretence to strike	T2
'T is not the crime's sake I'd commit ten crimes	A2
Greater to have this crime wiped out undone	M3
And you O how feel you Feel you for me	F
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Ottima	F
Well then I love you better now than ever	C2
And best look at me while I speak to you	B2
Best for the crime nor do I grieve in truth	R3
This mask this simulated ignorance	A2
This affectation of simplicity	F
Falls off our crime this naked crime of ours	A2
May not now be looked over look it down	M3
Great let it be great but the joys it brought	S3
Pay they or no its price Come they or it	K2
Speak not The past would you give up the past	T3
Such as it is pleasure and crime together	C2
Give up that noon I owned my love for you	B2
The garden's silence even the single bee	F
Persisting in his toil suddenly stopped	U3
And where he hid you only could surmise	A2
By some campanula chalice set a swing	L
Who stammered Yes I love you	B2
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Sebald	A
And I drew	B2
Back put far back your face with both my hands	A2
Lest you should grow too full of me your face	A2
So seemed athirst for my whole soul and body	F
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Ottima	F
And when I ventured to receive you here	I2
Made you steal hither in the mornings	A2
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Sebald	A
When	M3
I used to look up 'neath the shrub house here	I2
Till the red fire on its glazed windows spread	J3
To a yellow haze	A2
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Ottima	F
Ah my sign was the sun	M3
Inflamed the sere side of yon chestnut tree	F
Nipped by the first frost	V3
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Sebald	A
You would always laugh	Y
At my wet boots I had to stride thro' grass	A2
Over my ankles	A2
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Ottima	F
Then our crowning night	W
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Sebald	A
The July night	W
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Ottima	F
The day of it too Sebald	A
When heaven's pillars seemed o'erbowed with heat	W3
Its black blue canopy suffered descend	O3
Close on us both to weigh down each to each	X3
And smother up all life except our life	Y
So lay we till the storm came	F
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Sebald	A
How it came	F
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Ottima	F
Buried in woods we lay you recollect	Y3
Swift ran the searching tempest overhead	J3
And ever and anon some bright white shaft	X
Burned thro' the pine tree roof here burned and there	T
As if God's messenger thro' the close wood screen	M3
Plunged and replunged his weapon at a venture	C2
Feeling for guilty thee and me then broke	Z3
The thunder like a whole sea overhead	J3
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Sebald	A
Yes	A2
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Ottima	F
While I stretched myself upon you hands	A2
To hands my mouth to your hot mouth and shook	Q
All my locks loose and covered you with them	F
You Sebald the same you	B2
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Sebald	A
Slower Ottima	F
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Ottima	F
And as we lay	H2
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Sebald	A
Less vehemently Love me	F
Forgive me Take not words mere words to heart	A4
Your breath is worse than wine Breathe slow speak slow	G2
Do not lean on me	F
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Ottima	F
Sebald as we lay	H2
Rising and falling only with our pants	A2
Who said Let death come now 'T is right to die	S
Right to be punished Nought completes such bliss	A2
But woe Who said that	D3
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Sebald	A
How did we ever rise	A2
Was't that we slept Why did it end	O3
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Ottima	F
I felt you	B2
Taper into a point the ruffled ends	A2
Of my loose locks 'twixt both your humid lips	A2
My hair is fallen now knot it again	M3
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Sebald	A
I kiss you now dear Ottima now and now	M3
This way Will you forgive me be once more	W2
My great queen	M3
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Ottima	F
Bind it thrice about my brow	M3
Crown me your queen your spirit's arbitress	A2
Magnificent in sin Say that	D3
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Sebald	A
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I crown you	B2
My great white queen my spirit's arbitress	A2
Magnificent	B4
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From without is heard the voice of Pippa singing	L
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The year's at the spring	L
And day's at the morn	M3
Morning's at seven	M3
The hill side's dew pearled	B4
The lark's on the wing	L
The snail's on the thorn	M3
God's in his heaven	M3
All's right with the world	B4
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Pippa passes	A2
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Sebald	B4
God's in his heaven Do you hear that Who spoke	Z3
You you spoke	Z3
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Ottima	F
Oh that little ragged girl	G2
She must have rested on the step we give them	F
But this one holiday the whole year round	B4
Did you ever see our silk mills their inside	B4
There are ten silk mills now belong to you	B2
She stoops to pick my double heartsease Sh	X3
She does not hear call you out louder	C2
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Sebald	B4
Leave me	F
Go get your clothes on dress those shoulders	A2
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Ottima	F
Sebald	B4
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Sebald	B4
Wipe off that paint I hate you	B2
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Ottima	F
Miserable	G2
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Sebald	B4
My God and she is emptied of it now	M3
Outright now how miraculously gone	M3
All of the grace had she not strange grace once	A2
Why the blank cheek hangs listless as it likes	A2
No purpose holds the features up together	C2
Only the cloven brow and puckered chin	M3
Stay in their places and the very hair	T
That seemed to have a sort of life in it	B4
Drops a dead web	C4
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Ottima	F
Speak to me not of me	F
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Sebald	B4
That round great full orbed face where not an angle	G2
Broke the delicious indolence all broken	M3
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Ottima	F
To me not of me Ungrateful perjured cheat	B4
A coward too but ingrate's worse than all	G2
Beggar my slave a fawning cringing lie	S
Leave me Betray me I can see your drift	B4
A lie that walks and eats and drinks	A2
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Sebald	B4
My God	B4
Those morbid olive faultless shoulder blades	A2
I should have known there was no blood beneath	D4
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Ottima	F
You hate me then You hate me then	M3
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Sebald	B4
To think	C
She would succeed in her absurd attempt	B4
And fascinate by sinning show herself	Y
Superior guilt from its excess superior	C2
To innocence That little peasant's voice	A2
Has righted all again Though I be lost	B4
I know which is the better never fear	U2
Of vice or virtue purity or lust	B4
Nature or trick I see what I have done	M3
Entirely now Oh I am proud to feel	G2
Such torments let the world take credit thence	A2
I having done my deed pay too its price	A2
I hate hate curse you God's in his heaven	M3
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Ottima	F
Me	F
Me no no Sebald not yourself kill me	F
Mine is the whole crime Do but kill me then	M3
Yourself then presently first hear me speak	E4
I always meant to kill myself wait you	B2
Lean on my breast not as a breast don't love me	F
The more because you lean on me my own	M3
Heart's Sebald There there both deaths presently	F
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Sebald	B4
My brain is drowned now quite drowned all I feel	G2
Is is at swift recurring intervals	A2
A hurry down within me as of waters	A2
Loosened to smother up some ghastly pit	B4
There they go whirls from a black fiery sea	F
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Ottima	F
Not me to him O God be merciful	G2
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Talk by the way while Pippa is passing from the hill side to Orcana Foreign Students of painting and sculpture from Venice assembled opposite the house of Jules a young French statuary at Possagno	M3
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st Student	B4
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Attention My own post is beneath this window but the pomegranate clump yonder will hide three or four of you with a little squeezing and Schramm and his pipe must lie flat in the balcony Four five who's a defaulter We want everybody for Jules must not be suffered to hurt his bride when the jest's found out	B4
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nd Student	B4
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All here Only our poet's away never having much meant to be present moonstrike him The airs of that fellow that Giovacchino He was in violent love with himself and had a fair prospect of thriving in his suit so unmolested was it when suddenly a woman falls in love with him too and out of pure jealousy he takes himself off to Trieste immortal poem and all whereto is this prophetical epitaph appended already as Bluphocks assures me Here a mammoth poem lies Fouled to death by butterflies His own fault the simpleton Instead of cramp couplets each like a knife in your entrails he should write says Bluphocks both classically and intelligibly sculapius an Epic Catalogue of the drugs Hebe's plaister One strip Cools your lip Phoebus' emulsion One bottle Clears your throttle Mercury's bolus One box Cures	A2
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rd Student	B4
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Subside my fine fellow If the marriage was over by ten o'clock Jules will certainly be here in a minute with his bride	B4
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nd Student	B4
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Good only so should the poet's muse have been universally acceptable says Bluphocks et canibus nostris and Delia not better known to our literary dogs than the boy Giovacchino	M3
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st Student	B4
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To the point now Where's Gottlieb the new comer Oh listen Gottlieb to what has called down this piece of friendly vengeance on Jules of which we now assemble to witness the winding up We are all agreed all in a tale observe when Jules shall burst out on us in a fury by and by I am spokesman the verses that are to undeceive Jules bear my name of Lutwyche but each professes himself alike insulted by this strutting stone squarer who came alone from Paris to Munich and thence with a crowd of us to Venice and Possagno here but proceeds in a day or two alone again oh alone indubitably to Rome and Florence He forsooth take up his portion with these dissolute brutalized heartless bunglers so he was heard to call us all now is Schramm brutalized I should like to know Am I heartless	A2
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Gottlieb	F4
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Why somewhat heartless for suppose Jules a coxcomb as much as you choose still for this mere coxcombry you will have brushed off what do folks style it the bloom of his life Is it too late to alter These love letters now you call his I can't laugh at them	F
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th Student	B4
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Because you never read the sham letters of our inditing which drew forth these	A2
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Gottlieb	F4
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His discovery of the truth will be frightful	G2
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th Student	B4
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That's the joke But you should have joined us at the beginning there's no doubt he loves the girl loves a model he might hire by the hour	C2
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Gottlieb	F4
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See here He has been accustomed he writes to have Canova's women about him in stone and the world's women beside him in flesh these being as much below as those above his soul's aspi ration but now he is to have the reality There you laugh again I say you wipe off the very dew of his youth	R3
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st Student	B4
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Schramm Take the pipe out of his mouth somebody Will Jules lose the bloom of his youth	R3
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Schramm	F
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Nothing worth keeping is ever lost in this world look at a blossom it drops presently having done its service and lasted its time but fruits succeed and where would be the blossom's place could it continue As well affirm that your eye is no longer in your body because its earliest favourite whatever it may have first loved to look on is dead and done with as that any affection is lost to the soul when its first object whatever happened first to satisfy it is superseded in due course Keep but ever looking whether with the body's eye or the mind's and you will soon find something to look on Has a man done wondering at women there follow men dead and alive to wonder at Has he done wondering at men there's God to wonder at and the faculty of wonder may be at the same time old and tired enough with respect to its first object and yet young and fresh sufficiently so far as concerns its novel one Thus	A2
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st Student	B4
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Put Schramm's pipe into his mouth again There you see Well this Jules a wretched fribble oh I watched his disportings at Possagno the other day Canova's gallery you know there he marches first resolvedly past great works by the dozen without vouchsafing an eye all at once he stops full at thePsiche fanciulla cannot pass that old acquaintance without a nod of encouragement In your new place beauty Then behave yourself as well here as at Munich I see you Next he posts himself deliberately before the unfinished Piet for half an hour without moving till up he starts of a sudden and thrusts his very nose into I say into the group by which gesture you are informed that precisely the sole point he had not fully mastered in Canova's practice was a certain method of using the drill in the articulation of the knee joint and that likewise has he mastered at length Good bye therefore to poor Canova whose gallery no longer needs detain his successor Jules the predestinated novel thinker in marble	G2
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th Student	B4
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Tell him about the women go on to the women	M3
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st Student	B4
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Why on that matter he could never be supercilious enough How should we be other he said than the poor devils you see with those debasing habits we cherish He was not to wallow in that mire at least he would wait and love only at the proper time and meanwhile put up with the Psiche fanciulla Now I happened to hear of a young Greek real Greek girl at Malamocco a true Islander do you see with Alciphron's hair like sea moss Schramm knows white and quiet as an apparition and fourteen years old at farthest a daughter of Natalia so she swears that hag Natalia who helps us to models at three lire an hour We selected this girl for the heroine of our jest So first Jules received a scented letter somebody had seen his Tydeus at the Academy and my picture was nothing to it a profound admirer bade him persevere would make herself known to him ere long Paolina my little friend of the Fenice transcribes divinely And in due time the mysterious correspondent gave certain hints of her peculiar charms the pale cheeks the black hair whatever in short had struck us in our Malamocco model we retained her name too Phene which is by interpretation sea eagle Now think of Jules finding himself distinguished from the herd of us by such a creature In his very first answer he proposed marrying his monitress and fancy us over these letters two three times a day to receive and despatch I concocted the main of it relations were in the way secrecy must be observed in fine would he wed her on trust and only speak to her when they were indissolubly united St st Here they come	F
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th Student	B4
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Both of them Heaven's love speak softly speak within yourselves	A2
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th Student	B4
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Look at the bridegroom Half his hair in storm and half in calm patted down over the left temple like a frothy cup one blows on to cool it and the same old blouse that he murders the marble in	M3
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nd Student	B4
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Not a rich vest like yours Hannibal Scratchy rich that your face may the better set it off	Y
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th Student	B4
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And the bride Yes sure enough our Phene Should you have known her in her clothes How magnificently pale	G2
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Gottlieb	F4
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She does not also take it for earnest I hope	G4
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st Student	B4
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Oh Natalia's concern that is We settle with Natalia	G2
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th Student	B4
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She does not speak has evidently let out no word The only thing is will she equally remember the rest of her lesson and repeat correctly all those verses which are to break the secret to Jules	A2
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Gottlieb	F4
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How he gazes on her Pity pity	F
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st Student	B4
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They go in now silence You three not nearer the window mind than that pomegranate just where the little girl who a few minutes ago passed us singing is seated	B4

Robert Browning

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