Death And The Dying Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDEDEFGFGHHDIJJ KKLLMMNNOPQ RRKKSSTTUVUWWXXYYQQW WWW ZZA2A2B2C2D2D2WWCCJJ

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Death never taketh by surpriseB
The well prepared to wit the wiseB
They knowing of themselves the timeC
To meditate the final change of climeC
That time alas embraces allD
Which into hours and minutes we divideE
There is no part however smallD
That from this tribute one can hideE
The very moment oft which bidsF
The heirs of empire see the lightG
Is that which shuts their fring d lidsF
In everlasting nightG
Defend yourself by rank and wealthH
Plead beauty virtue youth and healthH
Unblushing Death will ravish allD
The world itself shall pass beneath his pallI
No truth is better known but truth to sayJ
No truth is oftener thrown awayJ
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A man well in his second centuryK
Complain'd that Death had call'd him suddenlyK
Had left no time his plans to fillL
To balance books or make his willL
'O Death ' said he 'd' ye call it fairM
Without a warning to prepareM
To take a man on lifted legN
O wait a little while I begN
My wife cannot be left aloneO
I must set out my nephew's sonP
And let me build my house a wingQ
Before you strike O cruel king '-
'Old man ' said Death 'one thing is sureR
My visit here's not prematureR
Hast thou not lived a centuryK
Darest thou engage to find for meK
In Paris' walls two older menS
Has France among her millions tenS
Thou say'st I should have sent thee wordT
Thy lamp to trim thy loins to girdT
And then my coming had been meetU
Thy will engross'dV
Thy house completeU
Did not thy feelings notifyW
Did not they tell thee thou must dieW
Thy taste and hearing are no moreX
Thy sight itself is gone beforeX
For thee the sun superfluous shinesY
And all the wealth of Indian minesY
Thy mates I've shown thee dead or dyingQ
What's this indeed but notifyingQ
Come on old man without replyW
For to the great and common wealW
It doth but little signifyW
Whether thy will shall ever feelW
The impress of thy hand and seal '-
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And Death had reason ghastly sageZ
For surely man at such an ageZ
Should part from life as from a feastA2
Returning decent thanks at leastA2
To Him who spread the various cheerB2
And unrepining take his bierC2
For shun it long no creature canD2
Repinest thou grey headed manD2
See younger mortals rushing byW
To meet their death without a sighW
Death full of triumph and of fameC
But in its terrors still the sameC
But ah my words are thrown awayJ
Those most like Death most dread his swayJ

Jean De La Fontaine



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