The Progress Of Art. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCB DDEFFE GGHIIJ AAEKKE LLMNOM PQRSSR TTUVVU WWDXXD EEYZZA2 B2B2C2D2D2E2 F2F2G2DDG2 H2H2I2J2J2I2 DDRK2K2R L2L2K2M2M2K2 M2M2K2EEK2 M2M2BK2K2B| Oh happy time Art's early days | A |
| When o'er each deed with sweet self praise | A |
| Narcissus like I hung | B |
| When great Rembrandt but little seemed | C |
| And such Old Masters all were deemed | C |
| As nothing to the young | B |
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| Some scratchy strokes abrupt and few | D |
| So easily and swift I drew | D |
| Sufficed for my design | E |
| My sketchy superficial hand | F |
| Drew solids at a dash and spanned | F |
| A surface with a line | E |
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| Not long my eye was thus content | G |
| But grew more critical my bent | G |
| Essayed a higher walk | H |
| I copied leaden eyes in lead | I |
| Rheumatic hands in white and red | I |
| And gouty feet in chalk | J |
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| Anon my studious art for days | A |
| Kept making faces happy phrase | A |
| For faces such as mine | E |
| Accomplished in the details then | K |
| I left the minor parts of men | K |
| And drew the form divine | E |
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| Old Gods and Heroes Trojan Greek | L |
| Figures long after the antique | L |
| Great Ajax justly feared | M |
| Hectors of whom at night I dreamt | N |
| And Nestor fringed enough to tempt | O |
| Bird nesters to his beard | M |
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| A Bacchus leering on a bowl | P |
| A Pallas that out stared her owl | Q |
| A Vulcan very lame | R |
| A Dian stuck about with stars | S |
| With my right hand I murdered Mars | S |
| One Williams did the same | R |
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| But tired of this dry work at last | T |
| Crayon and chalk aside I cast | T |
| And gave my brush a drink | U |
| Dipping as when a painter dips | V |
| In gloom of earthquake and eclipse | V |
| That is in Indian ink | U |
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| Oh then what black Mont Blancs arose | W |
| Crested with soot and not with snows | W |
| What clouds of dingy hue | D |
| In spite of what the bard has penned | X |
| I fear the distance did not lend | X |
| Enchantment to the view | D |
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| Not Radcliffe's brush did e'er design | E |
| Black Forests half so black as mine | E |
| Or lakes so like a pall | Y |
| The Chinese cake dispersed a ray | Z |
| Of darkness like the light of Day | Z |
| And Martin over all | A2 |
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| Yet urchin pride sustained me still | B2 |
| I gazed on all with right good will | B2 |
| And spread the dingy tint | C2 |
| No holy Luke helped me to paint | D2 |
| The devil surely not a Saint | D2 |
| Had any finger in't | E2 |
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| But colors came like morning light | F2 |
| With gorgeous hues displacing night | F2 |
| Or Spring's enlivened scene | G2 |
| At once the sable shades withdrew | D |
| My skies got very very blue | D |
| My trees extremely green | G2 |
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| And washed by my cosmetic brush | H2 |
| How Beauty's cheek began to blush | H2 |
| With lock of auburn stain | I2 |
| Not Goldsmith's Auburn nut brown hair | J2 |
| That made her loveliest of the fair | J2 |
| Not loveliest of the plain | I2 |
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| Her lips were of vermilion hue | D |
| Love in her eyes and Prussian blue | D |
| Set all my heart in flame | R |
| A young Pygmalion I adored | K2 |
| The maids I made but time was stored | K2 |
| With evil and it came | R |
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| Perspective dawned and soon I saw | L2 |
| My houses stand against its law | L2 |
| And keeping all unkept | K2 |
| My beauties were no longer things | M2 |
| For love and fond imaginings | M2 |
| But horrors to be wept | K2 |
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| Ah why did knowledge ope my eyes | M2 |
| Why did I get more artist wise | M2 |
| It only serves to hint | K2 |
| What grave defects and wants are mine | E |
| That I'm no Hilton in design | E |
| In nature no De Wint | K2 |
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| Thrice happy time Art's early days | M2 |
| When o'er each deed with sweet self praise | M2 |
| Narcissus like I hung | B |
| When great Rembrandt but little seemed | K2 |
| And such Old Masters all were deemed | K2 |
| As nothing to the young | B |
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