On Ink Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH CICI JKJJ LMLM

I am jet black as you may seeA
The son of pitch and gloomy nightB
Yet all that know me will agreeA
I'm dead except I live in lightB
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Sometimes in panegyric highC
Like lofty Pindar I can soarD
And raise a virgin to the skyC
Or sink her to a pocky whoreD
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My blood this day is very sweetE
To morrow of a bitter juiceF
Like milk 'tis cried about the streetE
And so applied to different useF
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Most wondrous is my magic powerG
For with one colour I can paintH
I'll make the devil a saint this hourG
Next make a devil of a saintH
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Through distant regions I can flyC
Provide me but with paper wingsI
And fairly show a reason whyC
There should be quarrels among kingsI
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And after all you'll think it oddJ
When learned doctors will disputeK
That I should point the word of GodJ
And show where they can best confuteJ
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Let lawyers bawl and strain their throatsL
'Tis I that must the lands conveyM
And strip their clients to their coatsL
Nay give their very souls awayM

Jonathan Swift



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