Thoughts On Death (from The Swedish Of C. Lohman) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEEFF GGHHCC IIJJKK| Perhaps 't is folly but still I feel | A |
| My heart strings quiver my senses reel | A |
| Thinking how like a fast stream we range | B |
| Nearer and nearer to yon dread change | B |
| When soul and spirit filter away | C |
| And leave nothing better than senseless clay | C |
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| Yield beauty yield for the grave does gape | D |
| And horribly alter'd reflects thy shape | D |
| For ah think not those childish charms | E |
| Will rest unrifled in its cold arms | E |
| And think not there that the rose of love | F |
| Will bloom on thy features as here above | F |
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| Let him who roams at vanity fair | G |
| In robes that rival the tulip's glare | G |
| Think on the chaplet of leaves which round | H |
| His fading forehead will soon be bound | H |
| Think on each dirge the priests will say | C |
| When his cold corse is borne away | C |
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| Let him who seeketh for wealth uncheck'd | I |
| By fear of labour let him reflect | I |
| The gold he wins will brightly shine | J |
| When he has perish'd with all his line | J |
| Though man may rave and vainly boast | K |
| We are but ashes when at the most | K |
George Borrow
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