Nux Postcoenatica Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF BBGG HHII JKLL MMNN OOPP QQRR SSTT UUVV WWXX YYZZ A2A2B2B2 C2C2C2C2 D2D2ZZ C2C2E2E2 ZZC2C2I was sitting with my microscope upon my parlor rug | A |
With a very heavy quarto and a very lively bug | A |
The true bug had been organized with only two antennae | B |
But the humbug in the copperplate would have them twice as many | B |
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And I thought like Dr Faustus of the emptiness of art | C |
How we take a fragment for the whole and call the whole a part | C |
When I heard a heavy footstep that was loud enough for two | D |
And a man of forty entered exclaiming How d ye do | D |
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He was not a ghost my visitor but solid flesh and bone | E |
He wore a Palo Alto hat his weight was twenty stone | E |
It s odd how hats expand their brims as riper years invade | F |
As if when life had reached its noon it wanted them for shade | F |
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I lost my focus dropped my book the bug who was a flea | B |
At once exploded and commenced experiments on me | B |
They have a certain heartiness that frequently appalls | G |
Those mediaeval gentlemen in semilunar smalls | G |
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My boy he said colloquial ways the vast broad hatted man | H |
Come dine with us on Thursday next you must you know you can | H |
We re going to have a roaring time with lots of fun and noise | I |
Distinguished guests et cetera the judge and all the boys | I |
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Not so I said my temporal bones are showing pretty clear | J |
It s time to stop just look and see that hair above this ear | K |
My golden days are more than spent and what is very strange | L |
If these are real silver hairs I m getting lots of change | L |
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Besides my prospects don t you know that people won t employ | M |
A man that wrongs his manliness by laughing like a boy | M |
And suspect the azure blossom that unfolds upon a shoot | N |
As if wisdom s old potato could not flourish at its root | N |
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It s a very fine reflection when you re etching out a smile | O |
On a copperplate of faces that would stretch at least a mile | O |
That what with sneers from enemies and cheapening shrugs of friends | P |
It will cost you all the earnings that a month of labor lends | P |
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It s a vastly pleasing prospect when you re screwing out a laugh | Q |
That your very next year s income is diminished by a half | Q |
And a little boy trips barefoot that Pegasus may go | R |
And the baby s milk is watered that your Helicon may flow | R |
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No the joke has been a good one but I m getting fond of quiet | S |
And I don t like deviations from my customary diet | S |
So I think I will not go with you to hear the toasts and speeches | T |
But stick to old Montgomery Place and have some pig and peaches | T |
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The fat man answered Shut your mouth and hear the genuine creed | U |
The true essentials of a feast are only fun and feed | U |
The force that wheels the planets round delights in spinning tops | V |
And that young earthquake t other day was great at shaking props | V |
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I tell you what philosopher if all the longest heads | W |
That ever knocked their sinciputs in stretching on their beds | W |
Were round one great mahogany I d beat those fine old folks | X |
With twenty dishes twenty fools and twenty clever jokes | X |
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Why if Columbus should be there the company would beg | Y |
He d show that little trick of his of balancing the egg | Y |
Milton to Stilton would give in and Solomon to Salmon | Z |
And Roger Bacon be a bore and Francis Bacon gammon | Z |
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And as for all the patronage of all the clowns and boors | A2 |
That squint their little narrow eyes at any freak of yours | A2 |
Do leave them to your prosier friends such fellows ought to die | B2 |
When rhubarb is so very scarce and ipecac so high | B2 |
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And so I come like Lochinvar to tread a single measure | C2 |
To purchase with a loaf of bread a sugar plum of pleasure | C2 |
To enter for the cup of glass that s run for after dinner | C2 |
Which yields a single sparkling draught then breaks and cuts the winner | C2 |
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Ah that s the way delusion comes a glass of old Madeira | D2 |
A pair of visual diaphragms revolved by Jane or Sarah | D2 |
And down go vows and promises without the slightest question | Z |
If eating words won t compromise the organs of digestion | Z |
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And yet among my native shades beside my nursing mother | C2 |
Where every stranger seems a friend and every friend a brother | C2 |
I feel the old convivial glow unaided o er me stealing | E2 |
The warm champagny the old particular brandy punchy feeling | E2 |
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We re all alike Vesuvius flings the scoriae from his fountain | Z |
But down they come in volleying rain back to the burning mountain | Z |
We leave like those volcanic stones our precious Alma Mater | C2 |
But will keep dropping in again to see the dear old crater | C2 |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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