Death's Final Conquest Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDD EFEFAAGG HIHIJKLLThe glories of our birth and state | A |
Are shadows not substantial things | B |
There is no armour against fate | A |
Death lays his icy hands on kings | B |
Sceptre and crown | C |
Must tumble down | C |
And in the dust be equal made | D |
With the poor crooked scythe and spade | D |
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Some men with swords reap the field | E |
And plant fresh laurels where they kill | F |
But their strong nerves at last must yield | E |
They tame but one another still | F |
Early or late | A |
They stoop to fate | A |
And must give up their murmuring breath | G |
When they pale captives creep to death | G |
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The garlands wither on your brow | H |
Then boast no more your mighty deeds | I |
Upon death's purple altar now | H |
See where the victor victim bleeds | I |
All heads must come | J |
To the cold tomb | K |
Only the actions of the just | L |
Smell sweet and blossom in the dust | L |
James Shirley
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