Time's Revenges Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEAFFGGHHIIJK LLAAMMNOPP QQIIRRAASSTTUUVWXXYY ZZA2A2B2B2C2C2AAC2C2 BB D2D2I've a Friend over the sea | A |
I like him but he loves me | A |
It all grew out of the books I write | B |
They find such favour in his sight | B |
That he slaughters you with savage looks | C |
Because you don't admire my books | C |
He does himself though and if some vein | D |
Were to snap to night in this heavy brain | D |
To morrow month if I lived to try | E |
Round should I just turn quietly | A |
Or out of the bedclothes stretch my hand | F |
Till I found him come from his foreign land | F |
To be my nurse in this poor place | G |
And make my broth and wash my face | G |
And light my fire and all the while | H |
Bear with his old good humoured smile | H |
That I told him Better have kept away | I |
Than come and kill me night and day | I |
With worse than fever throbs and shoots | J |
The creaking of his clumsy boots '' | K |
I am as sure that this he would do | L |
As that Saint Paul's is striking two | L |
And I think I rather woe is me | A |
Yes rather would see him than not see | A |
If lifting a hand could seat him there | M |
Before me in the empty chair | M |
To night when my head aches indeed | N |
And I can neither think nor read | O |
Nor make these purple fingers hold | P |
The pen this garret's freezing cold | P |
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And I've a Lady there he wakes | Q |
The laughing fiend and prince of snakes | Q |
Within me at her name to pray | I |
Fate send some creature in the way | I |
Of my love for her to be down torn | R |
Upthrust and outward borne | R |
So I might prove myself that sea | A |
Of passion which I needs must be | A |
Call my thoughts false and my fancies quaint | S |
And my style infirm and its figures faint | S |
All the critics say and more blame yet | T |
And not one angry word you get | T |
But please you wonder I would put | U |
My cheek beneath that lady's foot | U |
Rather than trample under mine | V |
The laurels of the Florentine | W |
And you shall see how the devil spends | X |
A fire God gave for other ends | X |
I tell you I stride up and down | Y |
This garret crowned with love's best crown | Y |
And feasted with love's perfect feast | Z |
To think I kill for her at least | Z |
Body and soul and peace and fame | A2 |
Alike youth's end and manhood's aim | A2 |
So is my spirit as flesh with sin | B2 |
Filled full eaten out and in | B2 |
With the face of her the eyes of her | C2 |
The lips the little chin the stir | C2 |
Of shadow round her month and she | A |
I'll tell you calmly would decree | A |
That I should roast at a slow fire | C2 |
If that would compass her desire | C2 |
And make her one whom they invite | B |
To the famous ball to morrow night | B |
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There may be heaven there must be hell | D2 |
Meantime there is our earth here well | D2 |
Robert Browning
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