The Curate And The Corpse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDDEEFGHGIJKKEL MEEENOPPEEEQREEESS EETU

A dead man going slowly sadlyA
To occupy his last abodeB
A curate by him rather gladlyA
Did holy service on the roadB
Within a coach the dead was borneC
A robe around him duly wornC
Of which I wot he was not proudD
That ghostly garment call'd a shroudD
In summer's blaze and winter's blastE
That robe is changeless 'tis the lastE
The curate with his priestly dress onF
Recited all the church's prayersG
The psalm the verse response and lessonH
In fullest style of such affairsG
Sir Corpse we beg you do not fearI
A lack of such things on your bierJ
They'll give abundance every wayK
Provided only that you payK
The Reverend John CabbagepateE
Watch'd o'er the corpse as if it wereL
A treasure needing guardian careM
And all the while his looks elateE
This language seem'd to holdE
'The dead will pay so much in goldE
So much in lights of molten waxN
So much in other sorts of tax 'O
With all he hoped to buy a cask of wineP
The best which thereabouts produced the vineP
A pretty niece on whom he dotedE
And eke his chambermaid should be promotedE
By being newly petticoatedE
The coach upset and dash'd to piecesQ
Cut short these thoughts of wine and niecesR
There lay poor John with broken headE
Beneath the coffin of the deadE
His rich parishioner in leadE
Drew on the priest the doomS
Of riding with him to the tombS
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The Pot of Milk and fateE
Of Curate CabbagepateE
As emblems do but giveT
The history of most that liveU

Jean De La Fontaine



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