The Poets Of The Tomb Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEECC FFGGCC HHIIJJ KKLLCC| The world has had enough of bards who wish that they were dead | A |
| 'Tis time the people passed a law to knock 'em on the head | A |
| For 'twould be lovely if their friends could grant the rest they crave | B |
| Those bards of tears' and vanished hopes' those poets of the grave | B |
| They say that life's an awful thing and full of care and gloom | C |
| They talk of peace and restfulness connected with the tomb | C |
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| They say that man is made of dirt and die of course he must | D |
| But all the same a man is made of pretty solid dust | D |
| There is a thing that they forget so let it here be writ | E |
| That some are made of common mud and some are made of GRIT | E |
| Some try to help the world along while others fret and fume | C |
| And wish that they were slumbering in the silence of the tomb | C |
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| 'Twixt mother's arms and coffin gear a man has work to do | F |
| And if he does his very best he mostly worries through | F |
| And while there is a wrong to right and while the world goes round | G |
| An honest man alive is worth a million underground | G |
| And yet as long as sheoaks sigh and wattle blossoms bloom | C |
| The world shall hear the drivel of the poets of the tomb | C |
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| And though the graveyard poets long to vanish from the scene | H |
| I notice that they mostly wish their resting place kept green | H |
| Now were I rotting underground I do not think I'd care | I |
| If wombats rooted on the mound or if the cows camped there | I |
| And should I have some feelings left when I have gone before | J |
| I think a ton of solid stone would hurt my feelings more | J |
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| Such wormy songs of mouldy joys can give me no delight | K |
| I'll take my chances with the world I'd rather live and fight | K |
| Though Fortune laughs along my track or wears her blackest frown | L |
| I'll try to do the world some good before I tumble down | L |
| Let's fight for things that ought to be and try to make 'em boom | C |
| We cannot help mankind when we are ashes in the tomb | C |
Henry Lawson
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