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