The Last Man Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEC A FGHGIG A JKKKLK F MNOPQN F RSTSKS F FKUKVK F KWXWKW F YZA2ZFZ K B2C2D2C2KE2 K F2G2TG2H2G2 K H2I2RI2J2I2 K FK2UK2D2K2 K OFL2FUF F KM2KM2IM2 F N2BO2BUB F KP2OP2KP2 F Q2R2S2R2T2R2 F U2KCKV2K K KS2S2S2FS2 K S2S2FS2W2S2 K N2S2S2S2FS2 K S2KX2KS2K K UY2VY2S2Y2 F S2SZ2SRS F S2KS2KT2K F S2KA3KFK F B3KFKC3K F S2KD3KKK K S2FK2FS2F K S2BS2BS2B K RC3FKS2K K S2E3F3E3CE3 K S2KKKS2K F BDG3DH3D F KS2FS2S2S2 F KG2S2G2S2G2 F X2KD3KFKI | A |
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'Twas in the year two thousand and one | B |
A pleasant morning of May | C |
I sat on the gallows tree all alone | D |
A channting a merry lay | C |
To think how the pest had spared my life | E |
To sing with the larks that day | C |
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II | A |
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When up the heath came a jolly knave | F |
Like a scarecrow all in rags | G |
It made me crow to see his old duds | H |
All abroad in the wind like flags | G |
So up he came to the timber's foot | I |
And pitch'd down his greasy bags | G |
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III | A |
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Good Lord how blythe the old beggar was | J |
At pulling out his scraps | K |
The very sight of his broken orts | K |
Made a work in his wrinkled chaps | K |
Come down says he you Newgate bird | L |
And have a taste of my snaps | K |
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IV | F |
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Then down the rope like a tar from the mast | M |
I slided and by him stood | N |
But I wish'd myself on the gallows again | O |
When I smelt that beggar's food | P |
A foul beef bone and a mouldy crust | Q |
Oh quoth he the heavens are good | N |
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V | F |
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Then after this grace he cast him down | R |
Says I You'll get sweeter air | S |
A pace or two off on the windward side | T |
For the felons' bones lay there | S |
But he only laugh'd at the empty skulls | K |
And offer'd them part of his fare | S |
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VI | F |
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I never harm'd them and they won't harm me | F |
Let the proud and the rich be cravens | K |
I did not like that strange beggar man | U |
He look'd so up at the heavens | K |
Anon he shook out his empty old poke | V |
There's the crumbs saith he for the ravens | K |
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VII | F |
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It made me angry to see his face | K |
It had such a jesting look | W |
But while I made up my mind to speak | X |
A small case bottle he took | W |
Quoth he Though I gather the green water cress | K |
My drink is not of the brook | W |
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VIII | F |
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Full manners like he tender'd the dram | Y |
Oh it came of a dainty cask | Z |
But whenever it came to his turn to pull | A2 |
Your leave good sir I must ask | Z |
But I always wipe the brim with my sleeve | F |
When a hangman sups at my flask | Z |
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IX | K |
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And then he laugh'd so loudly and long | B2 |
The churl was quite out of breath | C2 |
I thought the very Old One was come | D2 |
To mock me before my death | C2 |
And wish'd I had buried the dead men's bones | K |
That were lying about the heath | E2 |
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X | K |
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But the beggar gave me a jolly clap | F2 |
Come let us pledge each other | G2 |
For all the wide world is dead beside | T |
And we are brother and brother | G2 |
I've a yearning for thee in my heart | H2 |
As if we had come of one mother | G2 |
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XI | K |
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I've a yearning for thee in my heart | H2 |
That almost makes me weep | I2 |
For as I pass'd from town to town | R |
The folks were all stone asleep | I2 |
But when I saw thee sitting aloft | J2 |
It made me both laugh and leap | I2 |
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XII | K |
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Now a curse I thought be on his love | F |
And a curse upon his mirth | K2 |
An it were not for that beggar man | U |
I'd be the King of the earth | K2 |
But I promis'd myself an hour should come | D2 |
To make him rue his birth | K2 |
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XIII | K |
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So down we sat and bons'd again | O |
Till the sun was in mid sky | F |
When just as the gentle west wind came | L2 |
We hearken'd a dismal cry | F |
Up up on the tree quoth the beggar man | U |
Till those horrible dogs go by | F |
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XIV | F |
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And lo from the forest's far off skirts | K |
They came all yelling for gore | M2 |
A hundred hounds pursuing at once | K |
And a panting hart before | M2 |
Till he sunk adown at the gallows' foot | I |
And there his haunches they tore | M2 |
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XV | F |
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His haunches they tore without a horn | N2 |
To tell when the chase was done | B |
And there was not a single scarlet coat | O2 |
To flaunt it in the sun | B |
I turn'd and look'd at the beggar man | U |
And his tears dropt one by one | B |
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XVI | F |
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And with curses sore he chid at the hounds | K |
Till the last dropt out of sight | P2 |
Anon saith he Let's down again | O |
And ramble for our delight | P2 |
For the world's all free and we may choose | K |
A right cozie barn for to night | P2 |
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XVII | F |
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With that he set up his staff on end | Q2 |
And it fell with the point due West | R2 |
So we far'd that way to a city great | S2 |
Where the folks had died of the pest | R2 |
It was fine to enter in house and hall | T2 |
Wherever it liked me best | R2 |
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XVIII | F |
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For the porters all were stiff and cold | U2 |
And could not lift their heads | K |
And when we came where their masters lay | C |
The rats leapt out of the beds | K |
The grandest palaces in the land | V2 |
Were as free as workhouse sheds | K |
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XIX | K |
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But the beggar man made a mumping face | K |
And knocked at every gate | S2 |
It made me curse to hear how he whined | S2 |
So our fellowship turn'd to hate | S2 |
And I bade him walk the world by himself | F |
For I scorn'd so humble a mate | S2 |
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XX | K |
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So he turn'd right and I turn'd left | S2 |
As if we had never met | S2 |
And I chose a fair stone house for myself | F |
For the city was all to let | S2 |
And for three brave holydays drank my fill | W2 |
Of the choicest that I could get | S2 |
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XXI | K |
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And because my jerking was coarse and worn | N2 |
I got me a properer vest | S2 |
It was purple velvet stitch'd o'er with gold | S2 |
And a shining star at the breast | S2 |
'Twas enough to fetch old Joan from her grave | F |
To see me so purely drest | S2 |
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XXII | K |
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But Joan was dead and under the mould | S2 |
And every buxom lass | K |
In vain I watch'd at the window pane | X2 |
For a Christian soul to pass | K |
But sheep and kine wander'd up the street | S2 |
And brows'd on the new come grass | K |
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XXIII | K |
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When lo I spied the old beggar man | U |
And lustily he did sing | Y2 |
His rags were lapp'd in a scarlet cloak | V |
And a crown he had like a King | Y2 |
So he stept right up before my gate | S2 |
And danc'd me a saucy fling | Y2 |
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XXIV | F |
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Heaven mend us all but within my mind | S2 |
I had kill'd him then and there | S |
To see him lording so braggart like | Z2 |
That was born to his beggar's fare | S |
And how he had stolen the royal crown | R |
His betters were meant to wear | S |
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XXV | F |
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But God forbid that a thief should die | S2 |
Without his share of the laws | K |
So I nimbly whipt my tackle out | S2 |
And soon tied up his claws | K |
I was judge myself and jury and all | T2 |
And solemnly tried the cause | K |
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XXVI | F |
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But the beggar man would not plead but cried | S2 |
Like a babe without its corals | K |
For he knew how hard it is apt to go | A3 |
When the law and a thief have quarrels | K |
There was not a Christian soul alive | F |
To speak a word for his morals | K |
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XXVII | F |
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Oh how gaily I doff'd my costly gear | B3 |
And put on my work day clothes | K |
I was tired of such a long Sunday life | F |
And never was one of the sloths | K |
But the beggar man grumbled a weary deal | C3 |
And made many crooked mouths | K |
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XXVIII | F |
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So I haul'd him off to the gallows' foot | S2 |
And blinded him in his bags | K |
'Twas a weary job to heave him up | D3 |
For a doom'd man always lags | K |
But by ten of the clock he was off his legs | K |
In the wind and airing his rags | K |
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XXIX | K |
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So there he hung and there I stood | S2 |
The LAST MAN left alive | F |
To have my own will of all the earth | K2 |
Quoth I now I shall thrive | F |
But when was ever honey made | S2 |
With one bee in a hive | F |
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XXX | K |
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My conscience began to gnaw my heart | S2 |
Before the day was done | B |
For other men's lives had all gone out | S2 |
Like candles in the sun | B |
But it seem'd as if I had broke at last | S2 |
A thousand necks in one | B |
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XXXI | K |
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So I went and cut his body down | R |
To bury it decentlie | C3 |
God send there were any good soul alive | F |
To do the like by me | K |
But the wild dogs came with terrible speed | S2 |
And bay'd me up the tree | K |
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XXXII | K |
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My sight was like a drunkard's sight | S2 |
And my head began to swim | E3 |
To see their jaws all white with foam | F3 |
Like the ravenous ocean brim | E3 |
But when the wild dogs trotted away | C |
Their jaws were bloody and grim | E3 |
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XXXIII | K |
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Their jaws were bloody and grim good Lord | S2 |
But the beggar man where was he | K |
There was nought of him but some ribbons of rags | K |
Below the gallows' tree | K |
I know the Devil when I am dead | S2 |
Will send his hounds for me | K |
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XXXIV | F |
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I've buried my babies one by one | B |
And dug the deep hole for Joan | D |
And cover'd the faces of kith and kin | G3 |
And felt the old churchyard stone | D |
Go cold to my heart full many a time | H3 |
But I never felt so lone | D |
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XXXV | F |
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For the lion and Adam were company | K |
And the tiger him beguil'd | S2 |
But the simple kine are foes to my life | F |
And the household brutes are wild | S2 |
If the veriest cur would lick my hand | S2 |
I could love it like a child | S2 |
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XXXVI | F |
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And the beggar man's ghost besets my dreams | K |
At night to make me madder | G2 |
And my wretched conscience within my breast | S2 |
Is like a stinging adder | G2 |
I sigh when I pass the gallows' foot | S2 |
And look at the rope and ladder | G2 |
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XXXVII | F |
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For hanging looks sweet but alas in vain | X2 |
My desperate fancy begs | K |
I must turn my cup of sorrows quite up | D3 |
And drink it to the dregs | K |
For there is not another man alive | F |
In the world to pull my legs | K |
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