Death Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD CCCCCECE FGHGIJIJ KLKLMCMC NONOFOHO OCOCOMOM BPBPCQCQ RGRGSTSTWhy should man's high aspiring mind | A |
Burn in him with so proud a breath | B |
When all his haughty views can find | A |
In this world yields to death | B |
The fair the brave the vain the wise | C |
The rich the poor the great and small | D |
Are each but worm's anatomies | C |
To strew his quiet hall | D |
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Power may make many earthly gods | C |
Where gold and bribery's guilt prevails | C |
But death's unwelcome honest odds | C |
Kick o'er the unequal scales | C |
The flattered great may clamours raise | C |
Of power and their own weakness hide | E |
But death shall find unlooked for ways | C |
To end the farce of pride | E |
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An arrow hurtled eer so high | F |
From een a giant's sinewy strength | G |
In Time's untraced eternity | H |
Goes but a pigmy length | G |
Nay whirring from the tortured string | I |
With all its pomp of hurried flight | J |
Tis by the skylark's little wing | I |
Outmeasured in its height | J |
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Just so man's boasted strength and power | K |
Shall fade before death's lightest stroke | L |
Laid lower than the meanest flower | K |
Whose pride oer topt the oak | L |
And he who like a blighting blast | M |
Dispeopled worlds with war's alarms | C |
Shall be himself destroyed at last | M |
By poor despised worms | C |
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Tyrants in vain their powers secure | N |
And awe slaves' murmurs with a frown | O |
For unawed death at last is sure | N |
To sap the babels down | O |
A stone thrown upward to the sky | F |
Will quickly meet the ground agen | O |
So men gods of earth's vanity | H |
Shall drop at last to men | O |
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And Power and Pomp their all resign | O |
Blood purchased thrones and banquet halls | C |
Fate waits to sack Ambition's shrine | O |
As bare as prison walls | C |
Where the poor suffering wretch bows down | O |
To laws a lawless power hath passed | M |
And pride and power and king and clown | O |
Shall be Death's slaves at last | M |
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Time the prime minister of Death | B |
There's nought can bribe his honest will | P |
He stops the richest tyrant's breath | B |
And lays his mischief still | P |
Each wicked scheme for power all stops | C |
With grandeurs false and mock display | Q |
As eve's shades from high mountain tops | C |
Fade with the rest away | Q |
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Death levels all things in his march | R |
Nought can resist his mighty strength | G |
The palace proud triumphal arch | R |
Shall mete its shadow's length | G |
The rich the poor one common bed | S |
Shall find in the unhonoured grave | T |
Where weeds shall crown alike the head | S |
Of tyrant and of slave | T |
John Clare
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