Upon The Image Of Death Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BCBCDD EFEFDD GHGHDD IJIJDD KLKLDD MNMODD PQRQDD STUTDD VMVMDDA | |
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Before my face the picture hangs | B |
That daily should put me in mind | C |
Of those cold names and bitter pangs | B |
That shortly I am like to find | C |
But yet alas full little I | D |
Do think hereon that I must die | D |
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I often look upon a face | E |
Most ugly grisly bare and thin | F |
I often view the hollow place | E |
Where eyes and nose had sometimes been | F |
I see the bones across that lie | D |
Yet little think that I must die | D |
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I read the label underneath | G |
That telleth me whereto I must | H |
I see the sentence eke that saith | G |
Remember man that thou art dust | H |
But yet alas but seldom I | D |
Do think indeed that I must die | D |
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Continually at my bed's head | I |
A hearse doth hang which doth me tell | J |
That I ere morning may be dead | I |
Though now I feel myself full well | J |
But yet alas for all this I | D |
Have little mind that I must die | D |
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The gown which I do use to wear | K |
The knife wherewith I cut my meat | L |
And eke that old and ancient chair | K |
Which is my only usual seat | L |
All these do tell me I must die | D |
And yet my life amend not I | D |
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My ancestors are turned to clay | M |
And many of my mates are gone | N |
My youngers daily drop away | M |
And can I think to 'scape alone | O |
No no I know that I must die | D |
And yet my life amend not I | D |
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Not Solomon for all his wit | P |
Nor Samson though he were so strong | Q |
No king nor person ever yet | R |
Could 'scape but death laid him along | Q |
Wherefore I know that I must die | D |
And yet my life amend not I | D |
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Though all the East did quake to hear | S |
Of Alexander's dreadful name | T |
And all the West did likewise fear | U |
To hear of Julius Caesar's fame | T |
Yet both by death in dust now lie | D |
Who then can 'scape but he must die | D |
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If none can 'scape death's dreadful dart | V |
If rich and poor his beck obey | M |
If strong if wise if all do smart | V |
Then I to 'scape shall have no way | M |
Oh grant me grace O God that I | D |
My life may mend sith I must die | D |
Robert Southwell
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