Youth And Art Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDC ECE FBFB GGGG HCHC CICI CJCJ KGKG BCBC GGGG CLC GGG MBMB CNCO GGGG GBGB| It once might have been once only | A |
| We lodged in a street together | B |
| You a sparrow on the housetop lonely | A |
| I a lone she bird of his feather | B |
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| Your trade was with sticks and clay | C |
| You thumbed thrust patted and polished | D |
| Then laughed 'They will see some day | C |
| Smith made and Gibson demolished ' | - |
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| My business was song song song | E |
| I chirped cheeped trilled and twittered | C |
| 'Kate Brown's on the boards ere long | E |
| And Grisi's existence embittered ' | - |
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| I earned no more by a warble | F |
| Than you by a sketch in plaster | B |
| You wanted a piece of marble | F |
| I needed a music master | B |
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| We studied hard in our styles | G |
| Chipped each at a crust like Hindoos | G |
| For air looked out on the tiles | G |
| For fun watched each other's windows | G |
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| You lounged like a boy of the South | H |
| Cap and blouse nay a bit of beard too | C |
| Or you got it rubbing your mouth | H |
| With fingers the clay adhered to | C |
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| And I soon managed to find | C |
| Weak points in the flower fence facing | I |
| Was forced to put up a blind | C |
| And be safe in my corset lacing | I |
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| No harm It was not my fault | C |
| If you never turned your eye's tail up | J |
| As I shook upon E in alt | C |
| Or ran the chromatic scale up | J |
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| For spring bade the sparrows pair | K |
| And the boys and girls gave guesses | G |
| And stalls in our street looked rare | K |
| With bulrush and watercresses | G |
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| Why did not you pinch a flower | B |
| In a pellet of clay and fling it | C |
| Why did not I put a power | B |
| Of thanks in a look or sing it | C |
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| I did look sharp as a lynx | G |
| And yet the memory rankles | G |
| When models arrived some minx | G |
| Tripped up stairs she and her ankles | G |
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| But I think I gave you as good | C |
| 'That foreign fellow who can know | L |
| How she pays in a playful mood | C |
| For his tuning her that piano ' | - |
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| Could you say so and never say | G |
| 'Suppose we join hands and fortunes | G |
| And I fetch her from over the way | G |
| Her piano and long tunes and short tunes ' | - |
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| No no you would not be rash | M |
| Nor I rasher and something over | B |
| You've to settle yet Gibson's hash | M |
| And Grisi yet lives in clover | B |
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| But you meet the Prince at the Board | C |
| I'm queen myself at bals par | N |
| I've married a rich old lord | C |
| And you're dubbed knight and an R A | O |
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| Each life unfulfilled you see | G |
| It hangs still patchy and scrappy | G |
| We have not sighed deep laughed free | G |
| Starved feasted despaired been happy | G |
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| And nobody calls you a dunce | G |
| And people suppose me clever | B |
| This could but have happened once | G |
| And we missed it lost it for ever | B |
Robert Browning
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