Lyric Poem · Love

Epitaph for William Nicol, High School, Edinburgh

YE maggots, feed on Nicol’s brain,

For few sic feasts you’ve gotten;

And fix your claws in Nicol’s heart,

For deil a bit o’t’s rotten.

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Poem: Epitaph for William Nicol, High School, Edinburgh
Poet: Robert Burns
Length: 4 lines
Form: Lyric Poem, Short Poems
Themes: Love, Death & Loss, Short

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Shape: 4 lines · one 4-line stanza
End rhyme: ABCB — ballad rhyme — only lines 2 and 4 chime.
Line length: Consistent with common metre. Alternating eight- and six-syllable lines — the hymn stanza (8.6.8.6), the most-used quatrain in English verse.

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Author record: Robert Burns1759–1796
Source record: PoetryDBEpitaph for William Nicol, High School, Edinburgh by robert-burns, PoetryDB transcription
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Lyric Poem Short Poems Love Death & Loss Short

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