Songs From Pippa Passes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCBCCDEED FFGGHH IJKHIJKH LMLMLNONO MHMHMNONO| Day Faster and more fast | A |
| O'er night's brim day boils at last | A |
| Boils pure gold o'er the cloud cup's brim | B |
| Where spurting and suppressed it lay | C |
| For not a froth flake touched the rim | B |
| Of yonder gap in the solid gray | C |
| Of the eastern cloud an hour away | C |
| But forth one wavelet then another curled | D |
| Till the whole sunrise not to be suppressed | E |
| Rose reddened and its seething breast | E |
| Flickered in bounds grew gold then overflowed the world | D |
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| All service ranks the same with God | F |
| If now as formerly He trod | F |
| Paradise His presence fills | G |
| Our earth each only as God wills | G |
| Can work God's puppets best and worst | H |
| Are we there is no last nor first | H |
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| The year's at the spring | I |
| And day's at the morn | J |
| Morning's at seven | K |
| The hillside's dew pearled | H |
| The lark's on the wing | I |
| The snail's on the thorn | J |
| God's in His heaven | K |
| All's right with the world | H |
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| Give her but a least excuse to love me | L |
| When where | M |
| How can this arm establish her above me | L |
| If fortune fixed her as my lady there | M |
| There already to eternally reprove me | L |
| Hist said Kate the queen | N |
| But Oh cried the maiden binding her tresses | O |
| 'Tis only a page that carols unseen | N |
| Crumbling your hounds their messes | O |
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| Is she wronged To the rescue of her honour | M |
| My heart | H |
| Is she poor What costs it to be styled a donor | M |
| Merely an earth to cleave a sea to part | H |
| But that fortune should have thrust all this upon her | M |
| Nay list bade Kate the queen | N |
| And still cried the maiden binding her tresses | O |
| 'Tis only a page that carols unseen | N |
| Fitting your hawks their jesses | O |
Robert Browning
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