The Confessional Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDD A EEFFGG A GGGGGG H IEJJKK H LLHHMM H NNGGOO H GGPPQ H GGRRHH N SSGGGG N NNNNLL N TTFFNN N GGGGGG N UVNNHH

IA
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It is a lie their Priests their PopeB
Their Saints their all they fear or hopeB
Are lies and lies there through my doorC
And ceiling there and walls and floorC
There lies they lie shall still be hurledD
Till spite of them I reach the worldD
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IIA
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You think Priests just and holy menE
Before they put me in this denE
I was a human creature tooF
With flesh and blood like one of youF
A girl that laughed in beauty's prideG
Like lilies in your world outsideG
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IIIA
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I had a lover shame avauntG
This poor wrenched body grim and gauntG
Was kissed all over till it burnedG
By lips the truest love e'er turnedG
His heart's own tint one night they kissedG
My soul out in a burning mistG
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IVH
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So next day when the accustomed trainI
Of things grew round my sense againE
That is a sin '' I said and slowJ
With downcast eyes to church I goJ
And pass to the confession chairK
And tell the old mild father thereK
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VH
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But when I falter Beltran's nameL
Ha '' quoth the father much I blameL
The sin yet wherefore idly grieveH
Despair not strenuously retrieveH
Nay I will turn this love of thineM
To lawful love almost divineM
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VIH
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For he is young and led astrayN
This Beltran and he schemes men sayN
To change the laws of church and stateG
So thine shall be an angel's fateG
Who ere the thunder breaks should rollO
Its cloud away and save his soulO
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VIIH
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For when he lies upon thy breastG
Thou mayst demand and be possessedG
Of all his plans and next day stealP
To me and all those plans revealP
That I and every priest to purgeQ
His soul may fast and use the scourge ''-
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VIIIH
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That father's beard was long and whiteG
With love and truth his brow seemed brightG
I went back all on fire with joyR
And that same evening bade the boyR
Tell me as lovers should heart freeH
Something to prove his love of meH
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IXN
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He told me what he would not tellS
For hope of heaven or fear of hellS
And I lay listening in such prideG
And soon as he had left my sideG
Tripped to the church by morning lightG
To save his soul in his despiteG
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XN
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I told the father all his schemesN
Who were his comrades what their dreamsN
And now make haste '' I said to prayN
The one spot from his soul awayN
To night he comes but not the sameL
Will look '' At night he never cameL
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XIN
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Nor next night on the after mornT
I went forth with a strength new bornT
The church was empty something drewF
My steps into the street I knewF
It led me to the market placeN
Where lo on high the father's faceN
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XIIN
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That horrible black scaffold dressedG
That stapled block God sink the restG
That head strapped back that blinding vestG
Those knotted hands and naked breastG
Till near one busy hangman pressedG
And on the neck these arms caressedG
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XIIIN
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No part in aught they hope or fearU
No heaven with them no hell and hereV
No earth not so much space as pensN
My body in their worst of densN
But shall bear God and man my cryH
Lies lies again and still they lieH

Robert Browning



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