The Three Warnings: Mrs. Thrale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDBAEFFEGGHHIJIJDD KLMDDNOODDPGQDDQRRGG SPPPPSHHTTIITGUUG| The tree of deepest root is bound | A |
| With most tenacity to earth | B |
| 'Twas therefore thought by ancient sages | C |
| That with the ills of life's last stages | D |
| The love of life increased with dearth | B |
| Of fibres rooting it to ground | A |
| It was young Dobson's wedding day | E |
| Death summoned him the happy groom | F |
| Into a sombre private room | F |
| From marriage revelries away | E |
| And looking very grave said he | G |
| Young Dobson you must go with me | G |
| Not if I know it Dobson cried | H |
| What leave my Susan quit my bride | H |
| I shan't do any such a thing | I |
| Besides I'm not at all prepared | J |
| My thoughts are all upon the wing | I |
| I'm not the fellow to be scared | J |
| Old Death by you and those pale awnings | D |
| I have a right to my three warnings | D |
| And Death who saw that of the jobs on | K |
| His hand just then tough was this Dobson | L |
| Agreed to go and come again | M |
| So as he re adjusted awnings | D |
| About his brows agreed three warnings | D |
| Should be allowed and Dobson fain | N |
| To go back to the feast agreed | O |
| Next time to do as was decreed | O |
| And so they parted with by byes | D |
| And humble servants sirs and I's | D |
| And years ran by right cheerily | P |
| Susan was good and children three | G |
| All comforts of his days they reared | Q |
| So Dobson tumbled unawares | D |
| Upon the bourn of fourscore years | D |
| And Death then reappeared | Q |
| And Dobson said with look of wonder | R |
| Holloa old Death another blunder | R |
| You may go back again you see | G |
| You promised me three warnings three | G |
| Keep word of honour Death | S |
| Ay ay said Death and raised his veil | P |
| I'm joyed to see you stout and hale | P |
| I'm glad to see you so well able | P |
| To stump about from farm to stable | P |
| All right in limb and breath | S |
| So so so so old Dobson sighed | H |
| A little lame though Death replied | H |
| Ay lame but then you have your sight | T |
| But Dobson said Not quite not quite | T |
| Not quite but still you have your hearing | I |
| But Dobson said Past all repairing | I |
| Ears gone downright | T |
| Death on his brow then dropped the awnings | G |
| And said Friend you can't stay behind | U |
| If you are lame and deaf and blind | U |
| You have had your three sufficient warnings | G |
John Gay
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