Pippa Passes: Part Ii: Noon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Do not die Phene I am yours now you | B |
Are mine now let fate reach me how she likes | C |
If you'll not die so never die Sit here | D |
My work room's single seat I over lean | E |
This length of hair and lustrous front they turn | F |
Like an entire flower upward eyes lips last | G |
Your chin no last your throat turns 't is their scent | H |
Pulls down my face upon you Nay look ever | I |
This one way till I change grow you I could | J |
Change into you beloved | K |
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You by me | L |
And I by you this is your hand in mine | M |
And side by side we sit all's true Thank God | N |
I have spoken speak you | B |
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O my life to come | O |
My Tydeus must be carved that's there in clay | P |
Yet how be carved with you about the room | Q |
Where must I place you When I think that once | R |
This room full of rough block work seemed my heaven | S |
Without you Shall I ever work again | T |
Get fairly into my old ways again | T |
Bid each conception stand while trait by trait | U |
My hand transfers its lineaments to stone | V |
Will my mere fancies live near you their truth | W |
The live truth passing and repassing me | L |
Sitting beside me | L |
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Now speak | X |
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Only first | Y |
See all your letters Was't not well contrived | Z |
Their hiding place is Psyche's robe she keeps | A2 |
Your letters next her skin which drops out foremost | B2 |
Ah this that swam down like a first moonbeam | C2 |
Into my world | D2 |
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Again those eyes complete | E2 |
Their melancholy survey sweet and slow | F2 |
Of all my room holds to return and rest | G2 |
On me with pity yet some wonder too | B |
As if God bade some spirit plague a world | D2 |
And this were the one moment of surprise | H2 |
And sorrow while she took her station pausing | I2 |
O'er what she sees finds good and must destroy | J2 |
What gaze you at Those Books I told you of | K2 |
Let your first word to me rejoice them too | B |
This minion a Coluthus writ in red | L2 |
Bistre and azure by Bessarion's scribe | M2 |
Read this line no shame Homer's be the Greek | X |
First breathed me from the lips of my Greek girl | N2 |
This Odyssey in coarse black vivid type | O2 |
With faded yellow blossoms 'twixt page and page | P2 |
To mark great places with due gratitude | Q2 |
He said and on Antinous directed | R2 |
A bitter shaft a flower blots out the rest | G2 |
Again upon your search My statues then | T |
Ah do not mind that better that will look | S2 |
When cast in bronze an Almaign Kaiser that | T2 |
Swart green and gold with truncheon based on hip | U2 |
This rather turn to What unrecognized | V2 |
I thought you would have seen that here you sit | W2 |
As I imagined you Hippolyta | W2 |
Naked upon her bright Numidian horse | X2 |
Recall you this then Carve in bold relief | Y2 |
So you commanded carve against I come | O |
A Greek in Athens as our fashion was | Z2 |
Feasting bay filleted and thunder free | L |
Who rises 'neath the lifted myrtle branch | A3 |
'Praise those who slew Hipparchus ' cry the guests | B3 |
'While o'er thy head the singer's myrtle waves | C3 |
'As erst above our champion stand up all ' | - |
See I have laboured to express your thought | W2 |
Quite round a cluster of mere hands and arms | D3 |
Thrust in all senses all ways from all sides | E3 |
Only consenting at the branch's end | W2 |
They strain toward serves for frame to a sole face | F3 |
The Praiser's in the centre who with eyes | H2 |
Sightless so bend they back to light inside | W2 |
His brain where visionary forms throng up | G3 |
Sings minding not that palpitating arch | H3 |
Of hands and arms nor the quick drip of wine | M |
From the drenched leaves o'erhead nor crowns cast off | I3 |
Violet and parsley crowns to trample on | J3 |
Sings pausing as the patron ghosts approve | K3 |
Devoutly their unconquerable hymn | L3 |
But you must say a well to that say well | M3 |
Because you gaze am I fantastic sweet | W2 |
Gaze like my very life's stuff marble marbly | M3 |
Even to the silence Why before I found | W2 |
The real flesh Phene I inured myself | N3 |
To see throughout all nature varied stuff | O3 |
For better nature's birth by means of art | W2 |
With me each substance tended to one form | P3 |
Of beauty to the human archetype | O2 |
On every side occurred suggestive germs | Q3 |
Of that the tree the flower or take the fruit | W2 |
Some rosy shape continuing the peach | R3 |
Curved beewise o'er its bough as rosy limbs | S3 |
Depending nestled in the leaves and just | W2 |
From a cleft rose peach the whole Dryad sprang | T3 |
But of the stuffs one can be master of | K2 |
How I divined their capabilities | U3 |
From the soft rinded smoothening facile chalk | V3 |
That yields your outline to the air's embrace | F3 |
Half softened by a halo's pearly gloom | Q |
Down to the crisp imperious steel so sure | W3 |
To cut its one confided thought clean out | W2 |
Of all the world But marble 'neath my tools | X3 |
More pliable than jelly as it were | I |
Some clear primordial creature dug from depths | Y3 |
In the earth's heart where itself breeds itself | N3 |
And whence all baser substance may be worked | W2 |
Refine it off to air you may condense it | W2 |
Down to the diamond is not metal there | Z3 |
When o'er the sudden speck my chisel trips | A4 |
Not flesh as flake off flake I scale approach | B4 |
Lay bare those bluish veins of blood asleep | C4 |
Lurks flame in no strange windings where surprised | W2 |
By the swift implement sent home at once | R |
Flushes and glowings radiate and hover | I |
About its track | D4 |
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Phene what why is this | E4 |
That whitening cheek those still dilating eyes | H2 |
Ah you will die I knew that you would die | W2 |
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Phene begins on his having long remained silent | W2 |
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Now the end's coming to be sure it must | W2 |
Have ended sometime Tush why need I speak | X |
Their foolish speech I cannot bring to mind | W2 |
One half of it beside and do not care | Z3 |
For old Natalia now nor any of them | F4 |
Oh you what are you if I do not try | W2 |
To say the words Natalia made me learn | F |
To please your friends it is to keep myself | N3 |
Where your voice lifted me by letting that | W2 |
Proceed but can it Even you perhaps | G4 |
Cannot take up now you have once let fall | M3 |
The music's life and me along with that | W2 |
No or you would We'll stay then as we are | H4 |
Above the world | W2 |
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You creature with the eyes | H2 |
If I could look for ever up to them | F4 |
As now you let me I believe all sin | I4 |
All memory of wrong done suffering borne | J4 |
Would drop down low and lower to the earth | K4 |
Whence all that's low comes and there touch and stay | W2 |
Never to overtake the rest of me | L |
All that unspotted reaches up to you | B |
Drawn by those eyes What rises is myself | N3 |
Not me the shame and suffering but they sink | L4 |
Are left I rise above them Keep me so | F2 |
Above the world | W2 |
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But you sink for your eyes | H2 |
Are altering altered Stay I love you love | K2 |
I could prevent it if I understood | W2 |
More of your words to me was't in the tone | V |
Or the words your power | I |
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Or stay I will repeat | W2 |
Their speech if that contents you Only change | M4 |
No more and I shall find it presently | L |
Far back here in the brain yourself filled up | G3 |
Natalia threatened me that harm should follow | F2 |
Unless I spoke their lesson to the end | W2 |
But harm to me I thought she meant not you | B |
Your friends Natalia said they were your friends | N4 |
And meant you well because I doubted it | W2 |
Observing what was very strange to see | L |
On every face so different in all else | O4 |
The same smile girls like me are used to bear | Z3 |
But never men men cannot stoop so low | F2 |
Yet your friends speaking of you used that smile | M3 |
That hateful smirk of boundless self conceit | W2 |
Which seems to take possession of the world | W2 |
And make of God a tame confederate | W2 |
Purveyor to their appetites you know | F2 |
But still Natalia said they were your friends | N4 |
And they assented though they smiled the more | P4 |
And all came round me that thin Englishman | S |
With light lank hair seemed leader of the rest | W2 |
He held a paper What we want said he | L |
Ending some explanation to his friends | N4 |
Is something slow involved and mystical | M3 |
To hold Jules long in doubt yet take his taste | W2 |
And lure him on until at innermost | W2 |
Where he seeks sweetness' soul he may find this | E4 |
As in the apple's core the noisome fly | W2 |
For insects on the rind are seen at once | R |
And brushed aside as soon but this is found | W2 |
Only when on the lips or loathing tongue | Q4 |
And so he read what I have got by heart | W2 |
I'll speak it Do not die love I am yours | R4 |
No is not that or like that part of words | S4 |
Yourself began by speaking Strange to lose | T4 |
What cost such pains to learn Is this more right | W2 |
I am a painter who cannot paint | W2 |
In my life a devil rather than saint | W2 |
In my brain as poor a creature too | B |
No end to all I cannot do | B |
Yet do one thing at least I can | U4 |
Love a man or hate a man | U4 |
Supremely thus my lore began | U4 |
Through the Valley of Love I went | W2 |
In the lovingest spot to abide | W2 |
And just on the verge where I pitched my tent | W2 |
I found Hate dwelling beside | W2 |
Let the Bridegroom ask what the painter meant | W2 |
Of his Bride of the peerless Bride | W2 |
And further I traversed Hate's grove | V4 |
In the hatefullest nook to dwell | M3 |
But lo where I flung myself prone couched Love | K2 |
Where the shadow threefold fell | M3 |
The meaning those black bride's eyes above | K2 |
Not a painter's lip should tell | M3 |
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And here said he Jules probably will ask | W4 |
'You have black eyes Love you are sure enough | O3 |
'My peerless bride then do you tell indeed | W2 |
'What needs some explanation What means this ' | - |
And I am to go on without a word | W2 |
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So I grew wise in Love and Hate | W2 |
From simple that I was of late | W2 |
Once when I loved I would enlace | T4 |
Breast eyelids hands feet form and face | T4 |
Of her I loved in one embrace | T4 |
As if by mere love I could love immensely | L |
Once when I hated I would plunge | X4 |
My sword and wipe with the first lunge | X4 |
My foe's whole life out like a sponge | X4 |
As if by mere hate I could hate intensely | L |
But now I am wiser know better the fashion | S |
How passion seeks aid from its opposite passion | S |
And if I see cause to love more hate more | P4 |
Than ever man loved ever hated before | P4 |
And seek in the Valley of Love | K2 |
The nest or the nook in Hate's Grove | V4 |
Where my soul may surely reach | R3 |
The essence nought less of each | R3 |
The Hate of all Hates the Love | K2 |
Of all Loves in the Valley or Grove | V4 |
I find them the very warders | T4 |
Each of the other's borders | T4 |
When I love most Love is disguised | W2 |
In Hate and when Hate is surprised | W2 |
In Love then I hate most ask | W4 |
How Love smiles through Hate's iron casque | W4 |
Hate grins through Love's rose braided mask | W4 |
And how having hated thee | L |
I sought long and painfully | L |
To reach thy heart nor prick | W4 |
The skin but pierce to the quick | W4 |
Ask this my Jules and be answered straight | W2 |
By thy bride how the painter Lutwyche can hate | W2 |
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Jules interposes | T4 |
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Lutwyche Who else But all of them no doubt | W2 |
Hated me they at Venice presently | L |
Their turn however You I shall not meet | W2 |
If I dreamed saying this would wake me | L |
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Keep | C4 |
What's here the gold we cannot meet again | T |
Consider and the money was but meant | W2 |
For two years' travel which is over now | Y4 |
All chance or hope or care or need of it | W2 |
This and what comes from selling these my casts | T4 |
And books and medals except let them go | W4 |
Together so the produce keeps you safe | Z4 |
Out of Natalia's clutches If by chance | T4 |
For all's chance here I should survive the gang | W4 |
At Venice root out all fifteen of them | F4 |
We might meet somewhere since the world is wide | W2 |
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From without is heard the voice of Pippa singing | W4 |
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Give her but a least excuse to love me | L |
When where | Z3 |
How can this arm establish her above me | L |
If fortune fixed her as my lady there | Z3 |
There already to eternally reprove me | L |
Hist said Kate the Queen | E |
But Oh cried the maiden binding her tresses | T4 |
'T is only a page that carols unseen | E |
Crumbling your hounds their messes | T4 |
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Is she wronged To the rescue of her honour | Z3 |
My heart | W2 |
Is she poor What costs it to be styled a donor | Z3 |
Merely an earth to cleave a sea to part | W2 |
But that fortune should have thrust all this upon her | Z3 |
Nay list bade Kate the Queen | E |
And still cried the maiden binding her tresses | T4 |
'T is only a page that carols unseen | E |
Fitting your hawks their jesses | T4 |
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Pippa passes | T4 |
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Jules resumes | T4 |
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What name was that the little girl sang forth | |
Kate The Cornaro doubtless who renounced | W2 |
The crown of Cyprus to be lady here | Z3 |
At Asolo where still her memory stays | T4 |
And peasants sing how once a certain page | P2 |
Pined for the grace of her so far above | K2 |
His power of doing good to Kate the Queen | E |
She never could be wronged be poor he sighed | W2 |
Need him to help her | Z3 |
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Yes a bitter thing | W4 |
To see our lady above all need of us | T4 |
Yet so we look ere we will love not I | W2 |
But the world looks so If whoever loves | T4 |
Must be in some sort god or worshipper | Z3 |
The blessing or the blest one queen or page | P2 |
Why should we always choose the page's part | W2 |
Here is a woman with utter need of me | L |
I find myself queen here it seems | T4 |
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How strange | M4 |
Look at the woman here with the new soul | M3 |
Like my own Psyche fresh upon her lips | T4 |
Alit the visionary butterfly | W2 |
Waiting my word to enter and make bright | W2 |
Or flutter off and leave all blank as first | W2 |
This body had no soul before but slept | W2 |
Or stirred was beauteous or ungainly free | L |
From taint or foul with stain as outward things | T4 |
Fastened their image on its passiveness | T4 |
Now it will wake feel live or die again | T |
Shall to produce form out of unshaped stuff | O3 |
Be Art and further to evoke a soul | M3 |
From form be nothing This new soul is mine | M |
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Now to kill Lutwyche what would that do save | |
A wretched dauber men will hoot to death | |
Without me from their hooting Oh to hear | Z3 |
God's voice plain as I heard it first before | Z3 |
They broke in with their laughter I heard them | F4 |
Henceforth not God | W2 |
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To Ancona Greece some isle | M3 |
I wanted silence only there is clay | W2 |
Everywhere One may do whate'er one likes | T4 |
In Art the only thing is to make sure | Z3 |
That one does like it which takes pains to know | W4 |
Scatter all this my Phene this mad dream | C2 |
Who what is Lutwyche what Natalia's friends | T4 |
What the whole world except our love my own | V |
Own Phene But I told you did I not | W2 |
Ere night we travel for your land some isle | M3 |
With the sea's silence on it Stand aside | W2 |
I do but break these paltry models up | G3 |
To begin Art afresh Meet Lutwyche I | W2 |
And save him from my statue meeting him | L3 |
Some unspected isle in the far seas | T4 |
Like a god going through his world there stands | T4 |
One mountain for a moment in the dusk | W4 |
Whole brotherhoods of cedars on its brow | Z3 |
And you are ever by me while I gaze | T4 |
Are in my arms as now as now as now | Z3 |
Some unsuspected isle in the far seas | T4 |
Some unsuspected isle in far off seas | T4 |
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Talk by the way while Pippa is passing from Orcana to the Turret Two or three of the Austrian Police loitering with Bluphocks an English vagabond just in view of the Turret | W2 |
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Bluphocks | T4 |
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So that is your Pippa the little girl who passed us singing Well your Bishop's Intendant's money shall be honestly earned now don't make me that sour face because I bring the Bishop's name into the business we know he can have nothing to do with such horrors we know that he is a saint and all that a bishop should be who is a great man beside Oh were but every worm a maggot Every fly a grig Every bough a Christmas faggot Every tune a jig In fact I have abjured all religions but the last I inclined to was the Armenian for I have travelled do you see and at Koenigsberg Prussia Improper so styled because there's a sort of bleak hungry sun there you might remark over a venerable house porch a certain Chaldee inscription and brief as it is a mere glance at it used absolutely to change the mood of every bearded passenger In they turned one and all the young and lightsome with no irreverent pause the aged and decrepit with a sensible alacrity 't was the Grand Rabbi's abode in short Struck with curiosity I lost no time in learning Syriac these are vowels you dogs follow my stick's end in the mud Celarent Darii Ferio and one morning presented myself spelling book in hand a b c I picked it out letter by letter and what was the purport of this miraculous posy Some cherished legend of the past you'll say How Moses hocus pocussed Egypt's land with fly and locust or How to Jonah sounded harshish Get thee up and go to Tarshish or How the angel meeting Balaam Straight his ass returned a salaam In no wise Shackabrack Boach somebody or other Isaach Re cei ver Pur cha ser and Ex chan ger of Stolen Goods So talk to me of the religion of a bishop I have renounced all bishops save Bishop Beveridge mean to live so and die As some Greek dog sage dead and merry Hellward bound in Charon's wherry With food for both worlds under and upper Lupine seed and Hecate's supper And never an obolus Though thanks to you or this Intendant through you or this Bishop through his Intendant I possess a burning pocketful of zwanzigers To pay the Stygian Ferry | L |
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st Policeman | S |
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There is the girl then go and deserve them the moment you have pointed out to us Signor Luigi and his mother To the rest | W2 |
I have been noticing a house yonder this long while not a shutter unclosed since morning | W4 |
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nd Policeman | S |
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Old Luca Gaddi's that owns the silkmills here he dozes by the hour wakes up sighs deeply says he should like to be Prince Metternich and then dozes again after having bidden young Sebald the foreigner set his wife to playing draughts Never molest such a household they mean well | M3 |
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Bluphocks | T4 |
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Only cannot you tell me something of this little Pippa I must have to do with One could make something of that name Pippa that is short for Felippa rhyming to Panurge consults Hertrippa Believest thou King Agrippa Something might be done with that name | |
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nd Policeman | S |
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Put into rhyme that your head and a ripe musk melon would not be dear at half a zwanziger Leave this fooling and look out the afternoon's over or nearly so | T4 |
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rd Policeman | S |
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Where in this passport of Signor Luigi does our Principal instruct you to watch him so narrowly There What's there beside a simple signature That English fool's busy watching | W4 |
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nd Policeman | S |
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Flourish all round Put all possible obstacles in his way oblong dot at the end Detain him till further advices reach you scratch at bottom Send him back on pretence of some informality in the above ink spirt on right hand side which is the case here Arrest him at once Why and wherefore I don't concern myself but my instructions amount to this if Signor Luigi leaves home to night for Vienna well and good the passport deposed with us for our visa is really for his own use they have misinformed the Office and he means well but let him stay over to night there has been the pretence we suspect the accounts of his corresponding and holding intelligence with the Carbonari are correct we arrest him at once to morrow comes Venice and presently Spielberg Bluphocks makes the signal sure enough That is he entering the turret with his mother no doubt | W2 |
Robert Browning
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