Waring Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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What's become of WaringB
Since he gave us all the slipC
Chose land travel or seafaringB
Boots and chest or staff and scripC
Rather than pace up and downD
Any longer London townD
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Who'd have guessed it from his lipC
Or his brow's accustomed bearingB
On the night he thus took shipC
Or started landward little caringB
For us it seems who supped togetherE
Friends of his too I rememberE
And walked home through the merry weatherE
The snowiest in all DecemberE
I left his arm that night myselfF
For what's his name's the new prose poetG
That wrote the book there on the shelfF
How forsooth was I to know itH
If Waring meant to glide awayI
Like a ghost at break of dayI
Never looked he half so gayI
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He was prouder than the devilJ
How he must have cursed our revelJ
Ay and many other meetingsK
Indoor visits outdoor greetingsK
As up and down he paced this LondonL
With no work done but great works undoneL
Where scarce twenty knew his nameM
Why not then have earlier spokenL
Written bustled Who's to blameM
If your silence kept unbrokenL
True but there were sundry jottingsK
Stray leaves fragments blurrs and blottingsK
Certain first steps were achievedN
Already which is that your meaningB
Had well borne out whoe'er believedN
In more to come But who goes gleaningB
Hedge side chance blades while full sheavedN
Stand cornfields by him Pride o'erweeningB
Pride alone puts forth such claimsK
O'er the day's distinguished namesK
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Meantime how much I loved himO
I find out now I've lost himO
I who cared not if I moved himO
Henceforth never shall get freeP
Of his ghostly companyP
His eyes that just a little winkB
As deep I go into the meritN
Of this and that distinguished spiritN
His cheeks' raised colour soon to sinkB
As long I dwell on some stupendousK
And tremendous Heaven defend usK
Monstr' inform' ingens horrend ousK
Demoniaco seraphicB
Penman's latest piece of graphicB
Nay my very wrist grows warmQ
With his dragging weight of armR
E'en so swimmingly appearsK
Through one's after supper musingsK
Some lost Lady of old yearsK
With her beauteous vain endeavourE
And goodness unrepaid as everE
The face accustomed to refusingsK
We puppies that we were Oh neverE
Surely nice of conscience scrupledN
Being aught like false forsooth toN
Telling aught but honest truth toN
What a sin had we centupledN
Its possessor's grace and sweetnessK
No she heard in its completenessK
Truth for truth's a weighty matterE
And truth at issue we can't flatterE
Well 'tis done with she's exemptN
From damning us through such a sallyP
And so she glides as down a valleyP
Taking up with her contemptN
Past our reach and in the flowersK
Shut her unregarded hoursK
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Oh could I have him back once moreS
This Waring but one half day moreS
Back with the quiet face of yoreS
So hungry for acknowledgmentN
Like mine I'd fool him to his bentN
Feed should not he to heart's contentN
I'd say to only have conceivedN
Your great works though they ne'er make progressK
Surpasses all we've yet achievedN
I'd lie so I should be believedN
I'd make such havoc of the claimsK
Of the day's distinguished namesK
To feast him with as feasts an ogressK
Her sharp toothed golden crowned childN
Or as one feasts a creature rarelyP
Captured here unreconciledN
To capture and completely givesK
Its pettish humours licence barelyP
Requiring that it livesK
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Ichabod IchabodN
The glory is departedN
Travels Waring East awayI
Who of knowledge by hearsayI
Reports a man upstartedN
Somewhere as a GodN
Hordes grown European heartedN
Millions of the wild made tameM
On a sudden at his fameM
In Vishnu land what AvatarT
Or who in Moscow toward the CzarT
With the demurest of footfallsI
Over the Kremlin's pavement brightN
With serpentine and syeniteN
Steps with five other generalsI
That simultaneously take snuffU
For each to have pretext enoughU
To kerchiefwise unfurl his sashV
Which softness' self is yet the stuffU
To hold fast where a steel chain snapsI
And leave the grand white neck no gashV
Waring in Moscow to those roughU
Cold northern natures borne perhapsI
Like the lambwhite maiden dearW
From the circle of mute kingsI
Unable to repress the tearX
Each as his sceptre down he flingsI
To Dian's fane at TauricaB
Where now a captive priestess she alwayI
Mingles her tender grave Hellenic speechY
With theirs tuned to the hailstone beaten beachY
As pours some pigeon from the myrrhy landsI
Rapt by the whirlblast to fierce Scythian strandsI
Where bred the swallows her melodious cryA
Amid their barbarous twitterE
In Russia Never Spain were fitterE
Ay most likely 'tis in SpainZ
That we and Waring meet againA2
Now while he turns down that cool narrow laneZ
Into the blackness out of grave MadridN
All fire and shine abrupt as when there's slidN
Its stiff gold blazing pallB2
From some black coffin lidN
Or best of allC2
I love to thinkB
The leaving us was just a feintN
Back here to London did he slinkB
And now works on without a winkB
Of sleep and we are on the brinkB
Of something great in fresco paintN
Some garret's ceiling walls and floorS
Up and down and o'er and o'erE
He splashes as none splashed beforeS
Since great Caldara PolidoreS
Or Music means this land of oursI
Some favour yet to pity wonL
By Purcell from his Rosy BowersI
Give me my so long promised sonL
Let Waring end what I begunL
Then down he creeps and out he stealsI
Only when the night concealsI
His face in Kent 'tis cherry timeD2
Or hops are picking or at primeD2
Of March he wanders as too happyP
Years ago when he was youngB
Some mild eve when woods grew sappyP
And the early moths had sprungB
To life from many a trembling sheathE2
Woven the warm boughs beneathE2
While small birds said to themselvesI
What should soon be actual songB
And young gnats by tens and twelvesI
Made as if they were the throngB
That crowd around and carry aloftN
The sound they have nursed so sweet and pureS
Out of a myriad noises softN
Into a tone that can endureS
Amid the noise of a July noonF2
When all God's creatures crave their boonF2
All at once and all in tuneF2
And get it happy as Waring thenA2
Having first within his kenA2
What a man might do with menA2
And far too glad in the even glowG2
To mix with your world he meant to takeB
Into his hand he told you soG2
And out of it his world to makeB
To contract and to expandN
As he shut or oped his handN
Oh Waring what's to really beP
A clear stage and a crowd to seeP
Some Garrick say out shall not heP
The heart of Hamlet's mystery pluckB
Or where most unclean beasts are rifeH2
Some Junius am I right shall tuckB
His sleeve and out with flaying knifeH2
Some Chatterton shall have the luckB
Of calling Rowley into lifeH2
Some one shall somehow run amuckB
With this old world for want of strifeH2
Sound asleep contrive contriveI2
To rouse us Waring Who's aliveI2
Our men scarce seem in earnest nowJ2
Distinguished names but 'tis somehowJ2
As if they played at being namesI
Still more distinguished like the gamesI
Of children Turn our sport to earnestN
With a visage of the sternestN
Bring the real times back confessedN
Still better than our very bestN
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When I last saw WaringB
How all turned to him who spokeB
You saw Waring Truth or jokeB
In land travel or seafaringB
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We were sailing by TriestN
Where a day or two we harbouredN
A sunset was in the WestN
When looking over the vessel's sideN
One of our company espiedN
A sudden speck to larboardN
And as a sea duck flies and swinsI
At once so came the light craft upP
With its sole lateen sail that trimsI
And turns the water round its rimsI
Dancing as round a sinking cupP
And by us like a fish it curledN
And drew itself up close besideN
Its great sail on the instant furledN
And o'er its planks a shrill voice criedN
A neck as bronzed as a Lascar'sI
'Buy wine of us you English BrigB
Or fruit tobacco and cigarsI
A Pilot for you to TriestN
Without one look you ne'er so bigB
They'll never let you up the bayI
We natives should know best '-
I turned and 'just those fellows' way '-
Our captain said 'The long shore thievesI
Are laughing at us in their sleeves '-
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In truth the boy leaned laughing backB
And one half hidden by his sideN
Under the furled sail soon I spiedN
With great grass hat and kerchief blackB
Who looked up with his kingly throatN
Said somewhat while the other shookB
His hair back from his eyes to lookB
Their longest at us then the boatN
I know not how turned sharply roundN
Laying her whole side on the seaI
As a leaping fish does from the leeI
Into the weather cut somehowJ2
Her sparkling path beneath our bowJ2
And so went off as with a boundN
Into the rose and golden halfK2
Of the sky to overtake the sunL
And reach the shore like the sea calfK2
Its singing cave yet I caught oneL
Glance ere away the boat quite passedN
And neither time nor toil could marS
Those features so I saw the lastN
Of Waring You Oh never starS
Was lost here but it rose afarS
Look East where whole new thousands areS
In Vishnu land what AvatarS

Robert Browning



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