The Epitaph In Form Of A Ballad Which Villon Made For Himself And His Comrades, Expecting To Be Hang Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBBDDEDE CBABBDDEDE ADAAADDEDE DDEDE| Men brother men that after us yet live | A |
| Let not your hearts too hard against us be | B |
| For if some pity of us poor men ye give | C |
| The sooner God shall take of you pity | B |
| Here are we five or six strung up you see | B |
| And here the flesh that all too well we fed | D |
| Bit by bit eaten and rotten rent and shred | D |
| And we the bones grow dust and ash withal | E |
| Let no man laugh at us discomforted | D |
| But pray to God that he forgive us all | E |
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| If we call on you brothers to forgive | C |
| Ye should not hold our prayer in scorn though we | B |
| Were slain by law ye know that all alive | A |
| Have not wit alway to walk righteously | B |
| Make therefore intercession heartily | B |
| With him that of a virgin's womb was bred | D |
| That his grace be not as a dry well head | D |
| For us nor let hell's thunder on us fall | E |
| We are dead let no man harry or vex us dead | D |
| But pray to God that he forgive us all | E |
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| The rain has washed and laundered us all five | A |
| And the sun dried and blackened yea perdie | D |
| Ravens and pies with beaks that rend and rive | A |
| Have dug our eyes out and plucked off for fee | A |
| Our beards and eyebrows never are we free | A |
| Not once to rest but here and there still sped | D |
| Drive at its wild will by the wind's change led | D |
| More pecked of birds than fruits on garden wall | E |
| Men for God's love let no gibe here be said | D |
| But pray to God that he forgive us all | E |
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| Prince Jesus that of all art lord and head | D |
| Keep us that hell be not our bitter bed | D |
| We have nought to do in such a master's hall | E |
| Be not ye therefore of our fellowhead | D |
| But pray to God that he forgive us all | E |
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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