Soliloquy Of The Spanish Cloister Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEDE A FGFHIJIJ A KLKLIMIM L NOPOPIPI L QPQPRSRS L IPIPILIL L PPPPDLDI L ITITPUPL P FLFLIQLQ| I | A |
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| Gr r r there go my heart's abhorrence | B |
| Water your damned flower pots do | C |
| If hate killed men Brother Lawrence | B |
| God's blood would not mine kill you | C |
| What your myrtle bush wants trimming | D |
| Oh that rose has prior claims | E |
| Needs its leaden vase filled brimming | D |
| Hell dry you up with its flames | E |
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| II | A |
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| At the meal we sit together | F |
| Salve tibi I must hear | G |
| Wise talk of the kind of weather | F |
| Sort of season time of year | H |
| Not a plenteous cork crop scarcely | I |
| Dare we hope oak galls I doubt | J |
| What's the Latin name for parsley'' | I |
| What's the Greek name for Swine's Snout | J |
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| III | A |
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| Whew We'll have our platter burnished | K |
| Laid with care on our own shelf | L |
| With a fire new spoon we're furnished | K |
| And a goblet for ourself | L |
| Rinsed like something sacrificial | I |
| Ere 'tis fit to touch our chaps | M |
| Marked with L for our initial | I |
| He he There his lily snaps | M |
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| IV | L |
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| Saint forsooth While brown Dolores | N |
| Squats outside the Convent bank | O |
| With Sanchicha telling stories | P |
| Steeping tresses in the tank | O |
| Blue black lustrous thick like horsehairs | P |
| Can't I see his dead eye glow | I |
| Bright as 'twere a Barbary corsair's | P |
| That is if he'd let it show | I |
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| V | L |
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| When he finishes refection | Q |
| Knife and fork he never lays | P |
| Cross wise to my recollection | Q |
| As do I in Jesu's praise | P |
| I the Trinity illustrate | R |
| Drinking watered orange pulp | S |
| In three sips the Arian frustrate | R |
| While he drains his at one gulp | S |
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| VI | L |
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| Oh those melons If he's able | I |
| We're to have a feast so nice | P |
| One goes to the Abbot's table | I |
| All of us get each a slice | P |
| How go on your flowers None double | I |
| Not one fruit sort can you spy | L |
| Strange And I too at such trouble | I |
| Keep them close nipped on the sly | L |
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| VII | L |
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| There's a great text in Galatians | P |
| Once you trip on it entails | P |
| Twenty nine distinct damnations | P |
| One sure if another fails | P |
| If I trip him just a dying | D |
| Sure of heaven as sure can be | L |
| Spin him round and send him flying | D |
| Off to hell a Manichee | I |
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| VIII | L |
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| Or my scrofulous French novel | I |
| On grey paper with blunt type | T |
| Simply glance at it you grovel | I |
| Hand and foot in Belial's gripe | T |
| If I double down its pages | P |
| At the woeful sixteenth print | U |
| When he gathers his greengages | P |
| Ope a sieve and slip it in't | L |
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| IX | P |
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| Or there's Satan one might venture | F |
| Pledge one's soul to him yet leave | L |
| Such a flaw in the indenture | F |
| As he'd miss till past retrieve | L |
| Blasted lay that rose acacia | I |
| We're so proud of Hy Zy Hine | Q |
| 'St there's Vespers Plena grati | L |
| Ave Virgo Gr r r you swine | Q |
Robert Browning
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