Rhymes On The Road. Extract Viii. Venice Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Female Beauty at Venice No longer what it was in the time of Titian His mistress Various Forms in which he has painted her Venus Divine and profane Love La Fragilita d'Amore Paul Veronese His Women Marriage of Cana Character of Italian Beauty Raphael's Fornarina Modesty	A
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Thy brave thy learned have passed away	B
Thy beautiful ah where are they	B
The forms the faces that once shone	C
Models of grace in Titian's eye	D
Where are they now while flowers live on	E
In ruined places why oh why	D
Must Beauty thus with Glory die	D
That maid whose lips would still have moved	F
Could art have breathed a spirit through them	G
Whose varying charms her artist loved	H
More fondly every time he drew them	G
So oft beneath his touch they past	I
Each semblance fairer than the last	I
Wearing each shape that Fancy's range	J
Offers to Love yet still the one	K
Fair idol seen thro' every change	J
Like facets of some orient stone	C
In each the same bright image shown	C
Sometimes a Venus unarrayed	I
But in her beauty sometimes deckt	I
In costly raiment as a maid	I
That kings might for a throne select	I
Now high and proud like one who thought	I
The world should at her feet be brought	I
Now with a look reproachful sad	I
Unwonted look from brow so glad	I
And telling of a pain too deep	L
For tongue to speak or eyes to weep	L
Sometimes thro' allegory's veil	M
In double semblance seemed to shine	N
Telling a strange and mystic tale	M
Of Love Profane and Love Divine	N
Akin in features but in heart	I
As far as earth and heaven apart	I
Or else by quaint device to prove	O
The frailty of all worldly love	P
Holding a globe of glass as thin	Q
As air blown bubbles in her hand	I
With a young Love confined therein	Q
Whose wings seem waiting to expand	I
And telling by her anxious eyes	R
That if that frail orb break he flies	R
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Thou too with touch magnificent	I
PAUL of VERONA where are they	B
The oriental forms that lent	I
Thy canvas such a bright array	B
Noble and gorgeous dames whose dress	S
Seems part of their own loveliness	S
Like the sun's drapery which at eve	T
The floating clouds around him weave	T
Of light they from himself receive	T
Where is there now the living face	S
Like those that in thy nuptial throng	U
By their superb voluptuous grace	S
Make us forget the time the place	S
The holy guests they smile among	V
Till in that feast of heaven sent wine	N
We see no miracles but thine	N
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If e'er except in Painting's dream	W
There bloomed such beauty here 'tis gone	X
Gone like the face that in the stream	W
Of Ocean for an instant shone	C
When Venus at that mirror gave	Y
A last look ere she left the wave	Y
And tho' among the crowded ways	S
We oft are startled by the blaze	S
Of eyes that pass with fitful light	I
Like fire flies on the wing at night	I
'Tis not that nobler beauty given	K
To show how angels look in heaven	K
Even in its shape most pure and fair	Z
'Tis Beauty with but half her zone	C
All that can warm the sense is there	Z
But the Soul's deeper charm has flown	C
'Tis RAPHAEL's Fornarina warm	A2
Luxuriant arch but unrefined	I
A flower round which the noontide swarm	A2
Of young Desires may buzz and wind	I
But where true Love no treasure meets	S
Worth hoarding in his hive of sweets	S
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Ah no for this and for the hue	B2
Upon the rounded cheek which tells	S
How fresh within the heart this dew	B2
Of love's unrifled sweetness dwells	S
We must go back to our own Isles	S
Where Modesty which here but gives	S
A rare and transient grace to smiles	S
In the heart's holy centre lives	S
And thence as from her throne diffuses	S
O'er thoughts and looks so bland a reign	C2
That not a thought or feeling loses	S
Its freshness in that gentle chain	C2

Thomas Moore

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