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 ZZC2C2| I 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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