Egotism. A Letter To J. T. Becher. [1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| If Fate should seal my Death to morrow | B |
| Though much I hope she will postpone it | C |
| I've held a share Joy and Sorrow | B |
| Enough for Ten and here I own it | C |
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| I've lived as many others live | D |
| And yet I think with more enjoyment | E |
| For could I through my days again live | D |
| I'd pass them in the 'same' employment | E |
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| That 'is' to say with 'some exception' | F |
| For though I will not make confession | F |
| I've seen too much of man's deception | F |
| Ever again to trust profession | F |
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| Some sage 'Mammas' with gesture haughty | G |
| Pronounce me quite a youthful Sinner | H |
| But 'Daughters' say although he's naughty | G |
| You must not check a 'Young Beginner' | H |
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| I've loved and many damsels know it | C |
| But whom I don't intend to mention | F |
| As 'certain stanzas' also show it | C |
| 'Some' say 'deserving Reprehension' | F |
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| Some ancient Dames of virtue fiery | H |
| Unless Report does much belie them | I |
| Have lately made a sharp Enquiry | H |
| And much it 'grieves' me to 'deny' them | I |
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| Two whom I lov'd had 'eyes' of 'Blue' | J |
| To which I hope you've no objection | F |
| The 'Rest' had eyes of 'darker Hue' | K |
| Each Nymph of course was 'all perfection' | F |
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| But here I'll close my 'chaste' Description | F |
| Nor say the deeds of animosity | H |
| For 'silence' is the best prescription | F |
| To 'physic' idle curiosity | H |
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| Of 'Friends' I've known a 'goodly Hundred' | H |
| For finding 'one' in each acquaintance | L |
| By 'some deceived' by others plunder'd | H |
| 'Friendship' to me was not 'Repentance' | L |
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| At 'School' I thought like other 'Children' | F |
| Instead of 'Brains' a fine Ingredient | H |
| 'Romance' my 'youthful Head bewildering' | M |
| To 'Sense' had made me disobedient | H |
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| A victim 'nearly' from affection | F |
| To certain 'very precious scheming' | M |
| The still remaining recollection | F |
| Has 'cured' my 'boyish soul' of 'Dreaming' | M |
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| By Heaven I rather would forswear | H |
| The Earth and all the joys reserved me | H |
| Than dare again the 'specious Snare' | H |
| From which 'my Fate' and 'Heaven preserved' me | H |
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| Still I possess some Friends who love me | H |
| In each a much esteemed and true one | F |
| The Wealth of Worlds shall never move me | H |
| To quit their Friendship for a new one | F |
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| But Becher you're a 'reverend pastor' | H |
| Now take it in consideration | F |
| Whether for penance I should fast or | H |
| Pray for my 'sins' in expiation | F |
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| I own myself the child of 'Folly' | J |
| But not so wicked as they make me | H |
| I soon must die of melancholy | H |
| If 'Female' smiles should e'er forsake me | H |
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| 'Philosophers' have 'never doubted' | H |
| That 'Ladies' Lips' were made for 'kisses ' | - |
| For 'Love ' I could not live without it | H |
| For such a 'cursed' place as 'This is' | L |
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| Say Becher I shall be forgiven | F |
| If you don't warrant my salvation | F |
| I must resign all 'Hopes' of 'Heaven' | F |
| For 'Faith' I can't withstand Temptation | F |
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| P S These were written between one and two after 'midnight' I have not 'corrected' or 'revised' Yours BYRON | F |
George Gordon Byron
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