The Laboratory-ancien Régime Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCC ADDEE AFFGG HHII JJKK LL MMEE D JNNOO JPPJJ JJJJJ JQQJJ| I | A |
| Now that I tying thy glass mask tightly | B |
| May gaze thro' these faint smokes curling whitely | B |
| As thou pliest thy trade in this devil's smithy | C |
| Which is the poison to poison her prithee | C |
| - | |
| II | A |
| He is with her and they know that I know | D |
| Where they are what they do they believe my tears flow | D |
| While they laugh laugh at me at me fled to the drear | E |
| Empty church to pray God in for them I am here | E |
| - | |
| III | A |
| Grind away moisten and mash up thy paste | F |
| Pound at thy powder I am not in haste | F |
| Better sit thus and observe thy strange things | G |
| Than go where men wait me and dance at the King's | G |
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| IV | - |
| That in the mortar you call it a gum | H |
| Ah the brave tree whence such gold oozings come | H |
| And yonder soft phial the exquisite blue | I |
| Sure to taste sweetly is that poison too | I |
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| V | - |
| Had I but all of them thee and thy treasures | J |
| What a wild crowd of invisible pleasures | J |
| To carry pure death in an earring a casket | K |
| A signet a fan mount a filigree basket | K |
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| VI | - |
| Soon at the King's a mere lozenge to give | - |
| And Pauline should have just thirty minutes to live | - |
| But to light a pastile and Elise with her head | L |
| And her breast and her arms and her hands should drop dead | L |
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| VII | - |
| Quick is it finished The colour's too grim | M |
| Why not soft like the phial's enticing and dim | M |
| Let it brighten her drink let her turn it and stir | E |
| And try it and taste ere she fix and prefer | E |
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| VIII | - |
| What a drop She's not little no minion like me | - |
| That's why she ensnared him this never will free | - |
| The soul from those masculine eyes Say no '' | - |
| To that pulse's magnificent come and go | D |
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| IX | J |
| For only last night as they whispered I brought | N |
| My own eyes to bear on her so that I thought | N |
| Could I keep them one half minute fixed she would fall | O |
| Shrivelled she fell not yet this does it all | O |
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| X | J |
| Not that I bid you spare her the pain | P |
| Let death be felt and the proof remain | P |
| Brand burn up bite into its grace | J |
| He is sure to remember her dying face | J |
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| XI | J |
| Is it done Take my mask off Nay be not morose | J |
| It kills her and this prevents seeing it close | J |
| The delicate droplet my whole fortune's fee | J |
| If it hurts her beside can it ever hurt me | J |
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| XII | J |
| Now take all my jewels gorge gold to your fill | Q |
| You may kiss me old man on my mouth if you will | Q |
| But brush this dust off me lest horror it brings | J |
| Ere I know it next moment I dance at the King's | J |
Robert Browning
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