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Robert Browning (1812-1889)

A Grammarian's Funeral
Shortly after the Revival of Learning in Europe


              1   Let us begin and carry up this corpse,
              2       Singing together.
              3Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes
              4       Each in its tether
              5Sleeping safe on the bosom of the plain,
              6       Cared-for till cock-crow:
              7Look out if yonder be not day again
              8       Rimming the rock-row!
              9That's the appropriate country; there, man's thought,
            10       Rarer, intenser,
            11Self-gathered for an outbreak, as it ought,
            12       Chafes in the censer.
            13Leave we the unlettered plain its herd and crop;
            14       Seek we sepulture
            15On a tall mountain, citied to the top,
            16       Crowded with culture!
            17All the peaks soar, but one the rest excels;
            18       Clouds overcome it;
            19No! yonder sparkle is the citadel's
            20       Circling its summit.
            21Thither our path lies; wind we up the heights:
            22       Wait ye the warning?
            23Our low life was the level's and the night's;
            24       He's for the morning.
            25Step to a tune, square chests, erect each head,
            26       'Ware the beholders!
            27This is our master, famous, calm and dead,
            28       Borne on our shoulders.

            29   Sleep, crop and herd! sleep, darkling thorpe and croft,
            30       Safe from the weather!
            31He, whom we convoy to his grave aloft,
            32       Singing together,
            33He was a man born with thy face and throat,
            34       Lyric Apollo!
            35Long he lived nameless: how should spring take note
            36       Winter would follow?
            37Till lo, the little touch, and youth was gone!
            38       Cramped and diminished,
            39Moaned he, "New measures, other feet anon!
            40       My dance is finished"?
            41No, that's the world's way: (keep the mountain-side,
            42       Make for the city!)
            43He knew the signal, and stepped on with pride
            44       Over men's pity;
            45Left play for work, and grappled with the world
            46       Bent on escaping:
            47"What's in the scroll," quoth he, "thou keepest furled
            48       Show me their shaping,
            49Theirs who most studied man, the bard and sage,--
            50       Give!"--So, he gowned him,
            51Straight got by heart that book to its last page:
            52       Learned, we found him.
            53Yea, but we found him bald too, eyes like lead,
            54       Accents uncertain:
            55"Time to taste life," another would have said,
            56       "Up with the curtain!"
            57This man said rather, "Actual life comes next?
            58       Patience a moment!
            59Grant I have mastered learning's crabbed text,
            60       Still there's the comment.
            61Let me know all! Prate not of most or least,
            62       Painful or easy!
            63Even to the crumbs I'd fain eat up the feast,
            64       Ay, nor feel queasy."
            65Oh, such a life as he resolved to live,
            66       When he had learned it,
            67When he had gathered all books had to give!
            68       Sooner, he spurned it.
            69Image the whole, then execute the parts--
            70       Fancy the fabric
            71Quite, ere you build, ere steel strike fire from quartz,
            72       Ere mortar dab brick!

            73   (Here's the town-gate reached: there's the market-place
            74       Gaping before us.)
            75Yea, this in him was the peculiar grace
            76       (Hearten our chorus!)
            77That before living he'd learn how to live--
            78       No end to learning:
            79Earn the means first--God surely will contrive
            80       Use for our earning.
            81Others mistrust and say, "But time escapes:
            82       Live now or never!"
            83He said, "What's time? Leave Now for dogs and apes!
            84       Man has Forever."
            85Back to his book then: deeper drooped his head:
            86       Calculus racked him:
            87Leaden before, his eyes grew dross of lead:
            88       Tussis attacked him.
            89"Now, master, take a little rest!"--not he!
            90       (Caution redoubled
            91Step two abreast, the way winds narrowly!)
            92       Not a whit troubled,
            93Back to his studies, fresher than at first,
            94       Fierce as a dragon
            95He (soul-hydroptic with a sacred thirst)
            96       Sucked at the flagon.
            97Oh, if we draw a circle premature,
            98       Heedless of far gain,
            99Greedy for quick returns of profit, sure
          100       Bad is our bargain!
          101Was it not great? did not he throw on God,
          102       (He loves the burthen)--
          103God's task to make the heavenly period
          104       Perfect the earthen?
          105Did not he magnify the mind, show clear
          106       Just what it all meant?
          107He would not discount life, as fools do here,
          108       Paid by instalment.
          109He ventured neck or nothing--heaven's success
          110       Found, or earth's failure:
          111"Wilt thou trust death or not?" He answered "Yes:
          112       Hence with life's pale lure!"
          113That low man seeks a little thing to do,
          114       Sees it and does it:
          115This high man, with a great thing to pursue,
          116       Dies ere he knows it.
          117That low man goes on adding one to one,
          118       His hundred's soon hit:
          119This high man, aiming at a million,
          120       Misses an unit.
          121That, has the world here--should he need the next,
          122       Let the world mind him!
          123This, throws himself on God, and unperplexed
          124       Seeking shall find him.
          125So, with the throttling hands of death at strife,
          126       Ground he at grammar;
          127Still, thro' the rattle, parts of speech were rife:
          128       While he could stammer
          129He settled Hoti's business--let it be!--
          130       Properly based Oun--
          131Gave us the doctrine of the enclitic De,
          132       Dead from the waist down.
          133Well, here's the platform, here's the proper place:
          134       Hail to your purlieus,
          135All ye highfliers of the feathered race,
          136       Swallows and curlews!
          137Here's the top-peak; the multitude below
          138       Live, for they can, there:
          139This man decided not to Live but Know--
          140       Bury this man there?
          141Here--here's his place, where meteors shoot, clouds form,
          142       Lightnings are loosened,
          143Stars come and go! Let joy break with the storm,
          144       Peace let the dew send!
          145Lofty designs must close in like effects:
          146       Loftily lying,
          147Leave him--still loftier than the world suspects,
          148       Living and dying.


Online text copyright © 2003, Ian Lancashire for the Department of English, University of Toronto.
Published by the Web Development Group, Information Technology Services, University of Toronto Libraries.

Original text: Robert Browning, Men and Women, 2 vols. (1855.) Rev. 1863.
First publication date: 1855
RPO poem editor: J. D. Robins
RP edition: 2RP 2.440.
Recent editing: 2:2002/1/10

Rhyme: ababcdcd ...


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