A Worm Will Turn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAAB CDCCD AEAAE FGFFG HAHHA GAGGA IJIIK LMLLM ANAAN AOAAO PLPPL AQAAF RSRRT UVUUV ALAAL WXWWX LGLLGI love a man who'll smile and joke | A |
When with misfortune crowned | B |
Who'll pun beneath a pauper's yoke | A |
And as he breaks his daily toke | A |
Conundrums gay propound | B |
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Just such a man was Bernaqrd Jupp | C |
He scoffed at Fortune's frown | D |
He gaily drained his bitter cup | C |
Though Fortune often threw him up | C |
It never cast him down | D |
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Though years their share of sorrow bring | A |
We know that far above | E |
All other griefs are griefs that spring | A |
From some misfortune happening | A |
To those we really love | E |
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E'en sorrow for another's woe | F |
Our BERNARD failed to quell | G |
Though by this special form of blow | F |
No person ever suffered so | F |
Or bore his grief so well | G |
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His father wealthy and well clad | H |
And owning house and park | A |
Lost every halfpenny he had | H |
And then became extremely sad | H |
A poor attorney's clerk | A |
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All sons it surely would appal | G |
Except the passing meek | A |
To see a father lose his all | G |
And from an independence fall | G |
To one pound ten a week | A |
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But JUPP shook off this sorrow's weight | I |
And like a Christian son | J |
Proved Poverty a happy fate | I |
Proved Wealth to be a devil's bait | I |
To lure poor sinners on | K |
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With other sorrows Bernard coped | L |
For sorrows came in packs | M |
His cousins with their housemaids sloped | L |
His uncles forged his aunts eloped | L |
His sisters married blacks | M |
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But BERNARD far from murmuring | A |
Exemplar friends to us | N |
Determined to his faith to cling | A |
He made the best of everything | A |
And argued softly thus | N |
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'Twere harsh my uncles' forging knack | A |
Too rudely to condemn | O |
My aunts repentant may come back | A |
And blacks are nothing like as black | A |
As people colour them | O |
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Still Fate with many a sorrow rife | P |
Maintained relentless fight | L |
His grandmamma next lost her life | P |
Then died the mother of his wife | P |
But still he seemed all right | L |
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His brother fond the only link | A |
To life that bound him now | Q |
One morning overcome by drink | A |
He broke his leg the right I think | A |
In some disgraceful row | F |
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But did my Bernard swear and curse | R |
Oh no to murmur loth | S |
He only said Go get a nurse | R |
Be thankful that it isn't worse | R |
You might have broken both | T |
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But worms who watch without concern | U |
The cockchafer on thorns | V |
Or beetles smashed themselves will turn | U |
If walking through the slippery fern | U |
You tread upon their corns | V |
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One night as Bernard made his track | A |
Through Brompton home to bed | L |
A footpad with a vizor black | A |
Took watch and purse and dealt a crack | A |
On BERNARD'S saint like head | L |
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It was too much his spirit rose | W |
He looked extremely cross | X |
Men thought him steeled to mortal foes | W |
But no he bowed to countless blows | W |
But kicked against this loss | X |
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He finally made up his mind | L |
Upon his friends to call | G |
Subscription lists were largely signed | L |
For men were really glad to find | L |
Him mortal after all | G |
William Schwenck Gilbert
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