The Worst Of It Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDCB AEFGHGF AIJIKJI JLMLNML JOPOJPO JQRSTUQ JVWVXWV JYEYZEY RJA2JB2A2J RC2JC2D2JC2 RE2F2E2G2F2E2 RH2RH2I2RH2 RRJ2RK2J2R JJRJL2RJ JJM2JJ2N2J JO2P2O2EP2O2 JBQ2BC2Q2B JR2RR2RRR2 RRRRQ2RR| I | A |
| Would it were I had been false not you | B |
| I that am nothing not you that are all | C |
| I never the worse for a touch or two | B |
| On my speckled hide not you the pride | D |
| Of the day my swan that a first fleck's fall | C |
| On her wonder of white must unswan undo | B |
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| II | A |
| I had dipped in life's struggle and out again | E |
| Bore specks of it here there easy to see | F |
| When I found my swan and the cure was plain | G |
| The dull turned bright as I caught your white | H |
| On my bosom you saved me saved in vain | G |
| If you ruined yourself and all through me | F |
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| III | A |
| Yes all through the speckled beast that I am | I |
| Who taught you to stoop you gave me yourself | J |
| And bound your soul by the vows that damn | I |
| Since on better thought you break as you ought | K |
| Vows words no angel set down some elf | J |
| Mistook for an oath an epigram | I |
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| IV | J |
| Yes might I judge you here were my heart | L |
| And a hundred its like to treat as you pleased | M |
| I choose to be yours for my proper part | L |
| Yours leave or take or mar me or make | N |
| If I acquiesce why should you be teased | M |
| With the conscience prick and the memory smart | L |
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| V | J |
| But what will God say Oh my sweet | O |
| Think and be sorry you did this thing | P |
| Though earth were unworthy to feel your feet | O |
| There's a heaven above may deserve your love | J |
| Should you forfeit heaven for a snapt gold ring | P |
| And a promise broke were it just or meet | O |
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| VI | J |
| And I to have tempted you I who tired | Q |
| Your soul no doubt till it sank Unwise | R |
| I loved and was lowly loved and aspired | S |
| Loved grieving or glad till I made you mad | T |
| And you meant to have hated and despised | U |
| Whereas you deceived me nor inquired | Q |
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| VII | J |
| She ruined How No heaven for her | V |
| Crowns to give and none for the brow | W |
| That looked like marble and smelt like myrrh | V |
| Shall the robe be worn and the palm branch borne | X |
| And she go graceless she graced now | W |
| Beyond all saints as themselves aver | V |
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| VIII | J |
| Hardly That must be understood | Y |
| The earth is your place of penance then | E |
| And what will it prove I desire your good | Y |
| But plot as I may I can find no way | Z |
| How a blow should fall such as falls on men | E |
| Nor prove too much for your womanhood | Y |
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| IX | R |
| It will come I suspect at the end of life | J |
| When you walk alone and review the past | A2 |
| And I who so long shall have done with strife | J |
| And journeyed my stage and earned my wage | B2 |
| And retired as was right I am called at last | A2 |
| When the devil stabs you to lend the knife | J |
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| X | R |
| He stabs for the minute of trivial wrong | C2 |
| Nor the other hours are able to save | J |
| The happy that lasted my whole life long | C2 |
| For a promise broke not for first words spoke | D2 |
| The true the only that turn my grave | J |
| To a blaze of joy and a crash of song | C2 |
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| XI | R |
| Witness beforehand Off I trip | E2 |
| On a safe path gay through the flowers you flung | F2 |
| My very name made great by your lip | E2 |
| And my heart a glow with the good I know | G2 |
| Of a perfect year when we both were young | F2 |
| And I tasted the angels' fellowship | E2 |
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| XII | R |
| And witness moreover Ah but wait | H2 |
| I spy the loop whence an arrow shoots | R |
| It may be for yourself when you meditate | H2 |
| That you grieve for slain ruth murdered truth | I2 |
| Though falsehood escape in the end what boots | R |
| How truth would have triumphed you sigh too late | H2 |
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| XIII | R |
| Ay who would have triumphed like you I say | R |
| Well it is lost now well you must bear | J2 |
| Abide and grow fit for a better day | R |
| You should hardly grudge could I be your judge | K2 |
| But hush For you can be no despair | J2 |
| There's amends 't is a secret hope and pray | R |
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| XIV | J |
| For I was true at least oh true enough | J |
| And Dear truth is not as good as it seems | R |
| Commend me to conscience Idle stuff | J |
| Much help is in mine as I mope and pine | L2 |
| And skulk through day and scowl in my dreams | R |
| At my swan's obtaining the crow's rebuff | J |
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| XV | J |
| Men tell me of truth now False I cry | J |
| Of beauty A mask friend Look beneath | M2 |
| We take our own method the devil and I | J |
| With pleasant and fair and wise and rare | J2 |
| And the best we wish to what lives is death | N2 |
| Which even in wishing perhaps we lie | J |
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| XVI | J |
| Far better commit a fault and have done | O2 |
| As you Dear for ever and choose the pure | P2 |
| And look where the healing waters run | O2 |
| And strive and strain to be good again | E |
| And a place in the other world ensure | P2 |
| All glass and gold with God for its sun | O2 |
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| XVII | J |
| Misery What shall I say or do | B |
| I cannot advise or at least persuade | Q2 |
| Most like you are glad you deceived me rue | B |
| No whit of the wrong you endured too long | C2 |
| Have done no evil and want no aid | Q2 |
| Will live the old life out and chance the new | B |
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| XVIII | J |
| And your sentence is written all the same | R2 |
| And I can do nothing pray perhaps | R |
| But somehow the world pursues its game | R2 |
| If I pray if I curse for better or worse | R |
| And my faith is torn to a thousand scraps | R |
| And my heart feels ice while my words breathe flame | R2 |
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| XIX | R |
| Dear I look from my hiding place | R |
| Are you still so fair Have you still the eyes | R |
| Be happy Add but the other grace | R |
| Be good Why want what the angels vaunt | Q2 |
| I knew you once but in Paradise | R |
| If we meet I will pass nor turn my face | R |
Robert Browning
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