Stanzas On Naething Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DBDB EBEB FBFB GBHB IBIB JBJB KLKB BMBB NBNB OMPB QMQB RBRB| TO you sir this summons I've sent | A |
| Pray whip till the pownie is freathing | B |
| But if you demand what I want | C |
| I honestly answer you naething | B |
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| Ne'er scorn a poor Poet like me | D |
| For idly just living and breathing | B |
| While people of every degree | D |
| Are busy employed about naething | B |
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| Poor Centum per centum may fast | E |
| And grumble his hurdies their claithing | B |
| He'll find when the balance is cast | E |
| He's gane to the devil for naething | B |
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| The courtier cringes and bows | F |
| Ambition has likewise its plaything | B |
| A coronet beams on his brows | F |
| And what is a coronet naething | B |
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| Some quarrel the Presbyter gown | G |
| Some quarrel Episcopal graithing | B |
| But every good fellow will own | H |
| Their quarrel is a' about naething | B |
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| The lover may sparkle and glow | I |
| Approaching his bonie bit gay thing | B |
| But marriage will soon let him know | I |
| He's gotten a buskit up naething | B |
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| The Poet may jingle and rhyme | J |
| In hopes of a laureate wreathing | B |
| And when he has wasted his time | J |
| He's kindly rewarded wi' naething | B |
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| The thundering bully may rage | K |
| And swagger and swear like a heathen | L |
| But collar him fast I'll engage | K |
| You'll find that his courage is naething | B |
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| Last night wi' a feminine whig | B |
| A Poet she couldna put faith in | M |
| But soon we grew lovingly big | B |
| I taught her her terrors were naething | B |
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| Her whigship was wonderful pleased | N |
| But charmingly tickled wi' ae thing | B |
| Her fingers I lovingly squeezed | N |
| And kissed her and promised her naething | B |
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| The priest anath mas may threat | O |
| Predicament sir that we're baith in | M |
| But when honour's reveill is beat | P |
| The holy artillery's naething | B |
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| And now I must mount on the wave | Q |
| My voyage perhaps there is death in | M |
| But what is a watery grave | Q |
| The drowning a Poet is naething | B |
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| And now as grim death's in my thought | R |
| To you sir I make this bequeathing | B |
| My service as long as ye've ought | R |
| And my friendship by God when ye've naething | B |
Robert Burns
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Stanzas On Naething is a poem by Robert Burns. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.