Protus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDD EFFFGGHIJJFFKKFFLMFF NNOOP PQQFFIIQQRSTUVVQQ QQQF FWXX| Among these latter busts we count by scores | A |
| Half emperors and quarter emperors | B |
| Each with his bay leaf fillet loose thonged vest | C |
| Loric and low browed Gorgon on the breast | C |
| One loves a baby face with violets there | D |
| Violets instead of laurel in the hair | D |
| As those were all the little locks could bear | D |
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| Now read here Protus ends a period | E |
| Of empery beginning with a god | F |
| Born in the porphyry chamber at Byzant | F |
| Queens by his cradle proud and ministrant | F |
| And if he quickened breath there 'twould like fire | G |
| Pantingly through the dim vast realm transpire | G |
| A fame that he was missing spread afar | H |
| The world from its four corners rose in war | I |
| Till he was borne out on a balcony | J |
| To pacify the world when it should see | J |
| The captains ranged before him one his hand | F |
| Made baby points at gained the chief command | F |
| And day by day more beautiful he grew | K |
| In shape all said in feature and in hue | K |
| While young Greek sculptors gazing on the child | F |
| Because with old Greek sculptore reconciled | F |
| Already sages laboured to condense | L |
| In easy tomes a life's experience | M |
| And artists took grave counsel to impart | F |
| In one breath and one hand sweep all their art | F |
| To make his graces prompt as blossoming | N |
| Of plentifully watered palms in spring | N |
| Since well beseems it whoso mounts the throne | O |
| For beauty knowledge strength should stand alone | O |
| And mortals love the letters of his name | P |
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| Stop Have you turned two pages Still the same | P |
| New reign same date The scribe goes on to say | Q |
| How that same year on such a month and day | Q |
| John the Pannonian groundedly believed | F |
| A Blacksmith's bastard whose hard hand reprieved | F |
| The Empire from its fate the year before | I |
| Came had a mind to take the crown and wore | I |
| The same for six years during which the Huns | Q |
| Kept off their fingers from us till his sons | Q |
| Put something in his liquor and so forth | R |
| Then a new reign Stay Take at its just worth | S |
| Subjoins an annotator what I give | T |
| As hearsay Some think John let Protus live | U |
| And slip away 'Tis said he reached man's age | V |
| At some blind northern court made first a page | V |
| Then tutor to the children last of use | Q |
| About the hunting stables I deduce | Q |
| He wrote the little tract 'On worming dogs ' | - |
| Whereof the name in sundry catalogues | Q |
| Is extant yet A Protus of the race | Q |
| Is rumoured to have died a monk in Thrace | Q |
| And if the same he reached senility | F |
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| Here's John the Smith's rough hammered head | F |
| Great eye | W |
| Gross jaw and griped lips do what granite can | X |
| To give you the crown grasper What a man | X |
Robert Browning
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