Rhymes On The Road. Extract Xv. Rome Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Mary Magdalen Her Story Numerous Pictures of her Correggio Guido Raphael etc Canova's two exquisite Statues The Somariva Magdalen Chantrey's Admiration of Canova's Works	A
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No wonder MARY that thy story	B
Touches all hearts for there we see thee	B
The soul's corruption and its glory	B
Its death and life combine in thee	B
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From the first moment when we find	C
Thy spirit haunted by a swarm	D
Of dark desires like demons shrined	C
Unholily in that fair form	D
Till when by touch of Heaven set free	B
Thou camest with those bright locks of gold	C
So oft the gaze of BETHANY	B
And covering in their precious fold	C
Thy Saviour's feet didst shed such tears	E
As paid each drop the sins of years	F
Thence on thro' all thy course of love	G
To Him thy Heavenly Master Him	H
Whose bitter death cup from above	G
Had yet this cordial round the brim	H
That woman's faith and love stood fast	C
And fearless by Him to the last	C
Till oh blest boon for truth like thine	I
Thou wert of all the chosen one	J
Before whose eyes that Face Divine	I
When risen from the dead first shone	K
That thou might'st see how like a cloud	C
Had past away its mortal shroud	C
And make that bright revealment known	K
To hearts less trusting than thy own	K
All is affecting cheering grand	C
The kindliest record ever given	J
Even under God's own kindly hand	C
Of what repentance wins from Heaven	J
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No wonder MARY that thy face	L
In all its touching light of tears	E
Should meet us in each holy place	L
Where Man before his God appears	F
Hopeless were he not taught to see	B
All hope in Him who pardoned thee	B
No wonder that the painter's skill	M
Should oft have triumpht in the power	N
Of keeping thee all lovely still	M
Even in thy sorrow's bitterest hour	N
That soft CORREGGIO should diffuse	O
His melting shadows round thy form	D
That GUIDO'S pale unearthly hues	P
Should in portraying thee grow warm	D
That all from the ideal grand	C
Inimitable Roman hand	C
Down to the small enameling touch	Q
Of smooth CARLINO should delight	C
In picturing her who loved so much	Q
And was in spite of sin so bright	C
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But MARY 'mong these bold essays	R
Of Genius and of Art to raise	R
A semblance of those weeping eyes	S
A vision worthy of the sphere	T
Thy faith has earned thee in the skies	S
And in the hearts of all men here	U
None e'er hath matched in grief or grace	L
CANOVA'S day dream of thy face	L
In those bright sculptured forms more bright	C
With true expression's breathing light	C
Than ever yet beneath the stroke	V
Of chisel into life awoke	V
The one portraying what thou wert	C
In thy first grief while yet the flower	N
Of those young beauties was unhurt	C
By sorrow's slow consuming power	N
And mingling earth's seductive grace	L
With heaven's subliming thoughts so well	W
We doubt while gazing in which place	L
Such beauty was most formed to dwell	W
The other as thou look'dst when years	F
Of fasting penitence and tears	E
Had worn thy frame and ne'er did Art	C
With half such speaking power express	X
The ruin which a breaking heart	C
Spreads by degrees o'er loveliness	X
Those wasting arms that keep the trace	X
Even still of all their youthful grace	X
That loosened hair of which thy brow	Y
Was once so proud neglected now	Y
Those features even in fading worth	Z
The freshest bloom to others given	J
And those sunk eyes now lost to earth	Z
But to the last still full of heaven	J
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Wonderful artist praise like mine	I
Tho' springing from a soul that feels	X
Deep worship of those works divine	I
Where Genius all his light reveals	X
How weak 'tis to the words that came	A2
From him thy peer in art and fame	A2
Whom I have known by day by night	C
Hang o'er thy marble with delight	C
And while his lingering hand would steal	B2
O'er every grace the taper's rays	X
Give thee with all the generous zeal	B2
Such master spirits only feel	B2
That best of fame a rival's prize	X

Thomas Moore

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