The Bean-feast Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EFGG HIJJ KKLLMM NNOO PPMM QQPP FFRR SSTT UUUUUU| He was the man Pope Sixtus that Fifth that swineherd's son | A |
| He knew the right thing did it and thanked God when 't was done | A |
| But of all he had to thank for my fancy somehow leans | B |
| To thinking what most moved him was a certain meal on beans | B |
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| For one day as his wont was in just enough disguise | C |
| As he went exploring wickedness to see with his own eyes | C |
| If law had due observance in the city's entrail dark | D |
| As well as where i' the open crime stood an obvious mark | D |
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| He chanced in a blind alley on a tumble down once house | E |
| Now hovel vilest structure in Rome the ruinous | F |
| And as his tact impelled him Sixtus adventured bold | G |
| To learn how lowliest subjects bore hunger toil and cold | G |
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| There sat they at high supper man and wife lad and lass | H |
| Poor as you please but cleanly all and carefree pain that was | I |
| Forgotten pain as sure to be let bide aloof its time | J |
| Mightily munched the brave ones what mattered gloom or grime | J |
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| Said Sixtus Feast my children who works hard needs eat well | K |
| I'm just a supervisor would hear what you can tell | K |
| Do any wrongs want righting The Father tries his best | L |
| But since he's only mortal sends such as I to test | L |
| The truth of all that's told him how folk like you may fare | M |
| Come only don't stop eating when mouth has words to spare | M |
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| You smiled he play the spokesman bell wether of the flock | N |
| Are times good masters gentle Your grievances unlock | N |
| How of your work and wages pleasures if such may be | O |
| Pains as such are for certain Thus smiling questioned he | O |
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| But somehow spite of smiling awe stole upon the group | P |
| An inexpressible surmise why should a priest thus stoop | P |
| Pry into what concerned folk Each visage fell Aware | M |
| Cries Sixtus interposing Nay children have no care | M |
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| Fear nothing Who employs me requires the plain truth Pelf | Q |
| Beguiles who should inform me so I inform myself | Q |
| See And he drew his hood back let the close vesture ope | P |
| Showed face and where on tippet the cross lay 't was the Pope | P |
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| Imagine the joyful wonder How shall the like of us | F |
| Poor souls requite such blessing of our rude bean feast Thus | F |
| Thus amply laughed Pope Sixtus I early rise sleep late | R |
| Who works may eat they tempt me your beans there spare a plate | R |
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| Down sat he on the door step 'twas they this time said grace | S |
| He ate up the last mouthful wiped lips and then with face | S |
| Turned heavenward broke forth thankful Not now that earth obeys | T |
| Thy word in mine that through me the peoples know Thy ways | T |
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| But that Thy care extendeth to Nature's homely wants | U |
| And while man's mind is strengthened Thy goodness nowise scants | U |
| Man's body of its cumlort that I whom kings and queens | U |
| Crouch to pick crumbs from off my table reiish beans | U |
| The thunders I but seem to launch there plain Thy hand all see | U |
| That I have appetite digest and thrive that boon's for me | U |
Robert Browning
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