The Legend Of Immortal Truth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAACDDEFFC GGHHIIHJJKLLKMM NNOOPPQQRRAAQQQS TTLLUUVWWVXXYYXXXXXX XXXXXZZXXA2A2 B2XB2XXXNXXXC2C2

A bear having spread him a notable feastA
Invited a famishing fox to the placeB
'I've killed me ' quoth he 'an edible beastA
As ever distended the girdle of priestA
With 'spread of religion ' or 'inward grace 'C
To my den I conveyed herD
I bled her and flayed herD
I hung up her skin to dryE
Then laid her naked to keep her coolF
On a slab of ice from the frozen poolF
And there we will eat her you and I 'C
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The fox accepts and away they walkG
Beguiling the time with courteous talkG
You'd ne'er have suspected to see them smileH
The bear was thinking the blessed whileH
How when his guest should be off his guardI
With feasting hardI
He'd give him a 'wipe' that would spoil his styleH
You'd never have thought to see them bowJ
The fox was reflecting deeply howJ
He would best proceed to circumventK
His host and prigL
The entire pigL
Or other bird to the same intentK
When Strength and Cunning in love combineM
Be sure 't is to more than merely dineM
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The while these biters ply the lipN
A mile ahead the muse shall skipN
The poet's purpose she best may serveO
Inside the den if she have the nerveO
Behold laid out in dark recessP
A ghastly goat in stark undressP
Pallid and still on her gelid bedQ
And indisputably very deadQ
Her skin depends from a couple of pinsR
And here the most singular statement beginsR
For all at once the butchered beastA
With easy grace for one deceasedA
Upreared her headQ
Looked round and saidQ
Very distinctly for one so deadQ
'The nights are sharp and the sheets are thinS
I find it uncommonly cold herein '-
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I answer not how this was wroughtT
All miracles surpass my thoughtT
They're vexing say you and dementingL
Peace peace they're none of my inventingL
But lest too much of mysteryU
Embarrass this true historyU
I'll not relate how that this goatV
Stood up and stamped her feet to inform'emW
With what's the word I mean to warm'emW
Nor how she plucked her rough capoteV
From off the pegs where Bruin threw itX
And o'er her quaking body drew itX
Nor how each act could so befallY
I'll only swear she did them allY
Then lingered pensive in the grotX
As if she something had forgotX
Till a humble voice and a voice of prideX
Were heard in murmurs of love outsideX
Then like a rocket set aflightX
She sprang and streaked it for the lightX
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Ten million million years and a dayX
Have rolled since these events awayX
But still the peasant at fall of nightX
Belated therenear is oft affrightX
By sounds of a phantom bear in flightX
A breaking of branches under the hillZ
The noise of a going when all is stillZ
And hens asleep on the perch they sayX
Cackle sometimes in a startled wayX
As if they were dreaming a dream that mocksA2
The lope and whiz of a fleeting foxA2
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Half we're taught and teach to youthB2
And praise by roteX
Is not but merely stands for truthB2
So of my goatX
She's merely designed to representX
The truth 'immortal' to this extentX
Dead she may be and skinned frappeN
Hid in a dreadful den awayX
Prey to the Churches any will doX
Except the Church of me and youX
The simplest miracle even thenC2
Will get her up and about againC2

Ambrose Bierce



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