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 rugA
With a very heavy quarto and a very lively bugA
The true bug had been organized with only two antennaeB
But the humbug in the copperplate would have them twice as manyB
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And I thought like Dr Faustus of the emptiness of artC
How we take a fragment for the whole and call the whole a partC
When I heard a heavy footstep that was loud enough for twoD
And a man of forty entered exclaiming How d ye doD
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He was not a ghost my visitor but solid flesh and boneE
He wore a Palo Alto hat his weight was twenty stoneE
It s odd how hats expand their brims as riper years invadeF
As if when life had reached its noon it wanted them for shadeF
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I lost my focus dropped my book the bug who was a fleaB
At once exploded and commenced experiments on meB
They have a certain heartiness that frequently appallsG
Those mediaeval gentlemen in semilunar smallsG
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My boy he said colloquial ways the vast broad hatted manH
Come dine with us on Thursday next you must you know you canH
We re going to have a roaring time with lots of fun and noiseI
Distinguished guests et cetera the judge and all the boysI
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Not so I said my temporal bones are showing pretty clearJ
It s time to stop just look and see that hair above this earK
My golden days are more than spent and what is very strangeL
If these are real silver hairs I m getting lots of changeL
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Besides my prospects don t you know that people won t employM
A man that wrongs his manliness by laughing like a boyM
And suspect the azure blossom that unfolds upon a shootN
As if wisdom s old potato could not flourish at its rootN
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It s a very fine reflection when you re etching out a smileO
On a copperplate of faces that would stretch at least a mileO
That what with sneers from enemies and cheapening shrugs of friendsP
It will cost you all the earnings that a month of labor lendsP
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It s a vastly pleasing prospect when you re screwing out a laughQ
That your very next year s income is diminished by a halfQ
And a little boy trips barefoot that Pegasus may goR
And the baby s milk is watered that your Helicon may flowR
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No the joke has been a good one but I m getting fond of quietS
And I don t like deviations from my customary dietS
So I think I will not go with you to hear the toasts and speechesT
But stick to old Montgomery Place and have some pig and peachesT
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The fat man answered Shut your mouth and hear the genuine creedU
The true essentials of a feast are only fun and feedU
The force that wheels the planets round delights in spinning topsV
And that young earthquake t other day was great at shaking propsV
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I tell you what philosopher if all the longest headsW
That ever knocked their sinciputs in stretching on their bedsW
Were round one great mahogany I d beat those fine old folksX
With twenty dishes twenty fools and twenty clever jokesX
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Why if Columbus should be there the company would begY
He d show that little trick of his of balancing the eggY
Milton to Stilton would give in and Solomon to SalmonZ
And Roger Bacon be a bore and Francis Bacon gammonZ
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And as for all the patronage of all the clowns and boorsA2
That squint their little narrow eyes at any freak of yoursA2
Do leave them to your prosier friends such fellows ought to dieB2
When rhubarb is so very scarce and ipecac so highB2
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And so I come like Lochinvar to tread a single measureC2
To purchase with a loaf of bread a sugar plum of pleasureC2
To enter for the cup of glass that s run for after dinnerC2
Which yields a single sparkling draught then breaks and cuts the winnerC2
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Ah that s the way delusion comes a glass of old MadeiraD2
A pair of visual diaphragms revolved by Jane or SarahD2
And down go vows and promises without the slightest questionZ
If eating words won t compromise the organs of digestionZ
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And yet among my native shades beside my nursing motherC2
Where every stranger seems a friend and every friend a brotherC2
I feel the old convivial glow unaided o er me stealingE2
The warm champagny the old particular brandy punchy feelingE2
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We re all alike Vesuvius flings the scoriae from his fountainZ
But down they come in volleying rain back to the burning mountainZ
We leave like those volcanic stones our precious Alma MaterC2
But will keep dropping in again to see the dear old craterC2

Oliver Wendell Holmes



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