My Epitaph Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABCCCB DDDEFF E GGGHI JH KKKALLLA MMMNHHHN OPPQRRRQ IIJSTTUB| Oh praise me now if you would please | A |
| My soul with soothing flatteries | A |
| Praise with my living clay agrees | A |
| 'Tis sweet I vow | B |
| Give me kind words while I can feel | C |
| The modest blushes gently steal | C |
| What time my virtues you reveal | C |
| Oh praise me now | B |
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| For when the vital spark has fled | D |
| No matter what kind words are said | D |
| I'll simply go on being dead | D |
| And take no heed | E |
| Or if perchance beneath the clay | F |
| I hear some kindly critic say | F |
| 'He was a boshter'in his day ' | - |
| 'Twere hard indeed | E |
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| 'Twere bitter hard to be confined | G |
| Gagged by grim Death while fellows kind | G |
| Call my good qualities to mind | G |
| And softly sigh | H |
| I vow I'd writhe within my bier | I |
| And strive to croak at least 'Hear hear ' | - |
| For I have ever prized that dear | J |
| Right to reply | H |
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| And when at last I meet my doom | K |
| And moulder in the chilly tomb | K |
| Gaunt Death might play within the gloom | K |
| Who knows what pranks | A |
| My very skeleton would squirm | L |
| To hear on my behalf some worm | L |
| Or some unlettered grave yard germ | L |
| Returning thanks | A |
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| Then if you're keen on praising me | M |
| I'd rather be alive to see | M |
| And hear and feel the flattery | M |
| And know 'tis true | N |
| And when I rise to make reply | H |
| I fain would droop a modest eye | H |
| And by my halting speech imply | H |
| It is my due | N |
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| I do not want a monument | O |
| Why should good money so be spent | P |
| Nay put it out at ten per cent | P |
| And when you save | Q |
| Enough to purchase goodly fare | R |
| Then spread me out a banquet rare | R |
| No gift's appreciated there | R |
| Within the grave | Q |
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| Oh praise me now while I am here | I |
| In my attentive living ear | I |
| Pour adulation never fear | J |
| I mind the row | S |
| I love you harp upon | T |
| Those dulcet strings Play on play on | T |
| Do not delay until I'm gone | U |
| But praise me now | B |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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