A Litany Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| THE FATHER | B |
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| FATHER of Heaven and Him by whom | C |
| It and us for it and all else for us | D |
| Thou madest and govern'st ever come | E |
| And re create me now grown ruinous | D |
| My heart is by dejection clay | F |
| And by self murder red | G |
| From this red earth O Father purge away | F |
| All vicious tinctures that new fashioned | H |
| I may rise up from death before I'm dead | G |
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| II | A |
| THE SON | I |
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| O Son of God who seeing two things | J |
| Sin and Death crept in which were never made | K |
| By bearing one tried'st with what stings | J |
| The other could Thine heritage invade | K |
| O be Thou nail'd unto my heart | L |
| And crucified again | M |
| Part not from it though it from Thee would part | L |
| But let it be by applying so Thy pain | N |
| Drown'd in Thy blood and in Thy passion slain | N |
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| III | A |
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| THE HOLY GHOST | O |
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| O Holy Ghost whose temple I | A |
| Am but of mud walls and condens d dust | P |
| And being sacrilegiously | F |
| Half wasted with youth's fires of pride and lust | P |
| Must with new storms be weather beat | Q |
| Double in my heart Thy flame | R |
| Which let devout sad tears intend and let | S |
| Though this glass lanthorn flesh do suffer maim | R |
| Fire sacrifice priest altar be the same | R |
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| IV | T |
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| THE TRINITY | U |
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| O blessed glorious Trinity | U |
| Bones to philosophy but milk to faith | V |
| Which as wise serpents diversely | F |
| Most slipperiness yet most entanglings hath | W |
| As you distinguish'd undistinct | U |
| By power love knowledge be | U |
| Give me a such self different instinct | U |
| Of these let all me elemented be | U |
| Of power to love to know you unnumbered three | U |
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| V | U |
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| THE VIRGIN MARY | U |
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| For that fair blessed mother maid | U |
| Whose flesh redeem'd us that she cherubin | N |
| Which unlock'd paradise and made | U |
| One claim for innocence and disseiz d sin | N |
| Whose womb was a strange heaven for there | X |
| God clothed Himself and grew | Y |
| Our zealous thanks we pour As her deeds were | B |
| Our helps so are her prayers nor can she sue | Y |
| In vain who hath such titles unto you | Y |
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| VI | T |
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| THE ANGELS | Z |
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| And since this life our nonage is | A2 |
| And we in wardship to Thine angels be | U |
| Native in heaven's fair palaces | B2 |
| Where we shall be but denizen'd by Thee | U |
| As th' earth conceiving by the sun | N |
| Yields fair diversity | U |
| Yet never knows what course that light doth run | N |
| So let me study that mine actions be | U |
| Worthy their sight though blind in how they see | U |
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| VII | T |
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| THE PATRIARCHS | C2 |
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| And let Thy patriarchs' desire | B |
| Those great grandfathers of Thy Church which saw | D2 |
| More in the cloud than we in fire | B |
| Whom nature clear'd more than us grace and law | D2 |
| And now in heaven still pray that we | U |
| May use our new helps right | U |
| Be satisfied and fructify in me | U |
| Let not my mind be blinder by more light | U |
| Nor faith by reason added lose her sight | U |
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| VIII | T |
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| THE PROPHETS | E2 |
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| Thy eagle sighted prophets too | Y |
| Which were Thy Church's organs and did sound | U |
| That harmony which made of two | Y |
| One law and did unite but not confound | U |
| Those heavenly poets which did see | U |
| Thy will and it express | F2 |
| In rhythmic feet in common pray for me | U |
| That I by them excuse not my excess | F2 |
| In seeking secrets or poeticness | F2 |
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| IX | F2 |
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| THE APOSTLES | F2 |
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| And thy illustrious zodiac | G2 |
| Of twelve apostles which engirt this All | F |
| From whom whosoever do not take | H2 |
| Their light to dark deep pits throw down and fall | F |
| As through their prayers Thou'st let me know | N |
| That their books are divine | N |
| May they pray still and be heard that I go | N |
| Th' old broad way in applying O decline | N |
| Me when my comment would make Thy word mine | N |
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| X | F2 |
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| THE MARTYRS | F2 |
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| And since Thou so desirously | F |
| Didst long to die that long before Thou couldst | U |
| And long since Thou no more couldst die | U |
| Thou in thy scatter'd mystic body wouldst | U |
| In Abel die and ever since | F2 |
| In Thine let their blood come | E |
| To beg for us a discreet patience | F2 |
| Of death or of worse life for O to some | E |
| Not to be martyrs is a martyrdom | E |
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| XI | F2 |
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| THE CONFESSORS | F2 |
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| Therefore with Thee triumpheth there | X |
| A virgin squadron of white confessors | F2 |
| Whose bloods betroth'd not married were | B |
| Tender'd not taken by those ravishers | F2 |
| They know and pray that we may know | N |
| In every Christian | N |
| Hourly tempestuous persecutions grow | N |
| Temptations martyr us alive a man | N |
| Is to himself a Diocletian | N |
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| XII | F2 |
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| THE VIRGINS | F2 |
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| The cold white snowy nunnery | F2 |
| Which as Thy Mother their high abbess sent | U |
| Their bodies back again to Thee | F2 |
| As Thou hadst lent them clean and innocent | U |
| Though they have not obtain'd of Thee | F2 |
| That or Thy Church or I | U |
| Should keep as they our first integrity | F2 |
| Divorce Thou sin in us or bid it die | U |
| And call chaste widowhead virginity | F2 |
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| XIII | F2 |
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| THE DOCTORS | F2 |
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| The sacred academy above | T |
| Of Doctors whose pains have unclasp'd and taught | U |
| Both books of life to us for love | T |
| To know Thy scriptures tells us we are wrote | U |
| In Thy other book pray for us there | X |
| That what they have misdone | N |
| Or missaid we to that may not adhere | I2 |
| Their zeal may be our sin Lord let us run | N |
| Mean ways and call them stars but not the sun | N |
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| XIV | T |
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| And whilst this universal quire | J2 |
| That Church in triumph this in warfare here | K2 |
| Warm'd with one all partaking fire | B |
| Of love that none be lost which cost Thee dear | I2 |
| Prays ceaselessly and Thou hearken too | U |
| Since to be gracious | F2 |
| Our task is treble to pray bear and do | U |
| Hear this prayer Lord O Lord deliver us | F2 |
| From trusting in those prayers though pour'd out | U |
| thus | F2 |
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| XV | T |
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| From being anxious or secure | L2 |
| Dead clods of sadness or light squibs of mirth | M2 |
| From thinking that great courts immure | L2 |
| All or no happiness or that this earth | M2 |
| Is only for our prison framed | U |
| Or that Thou'rt covetous | F2 |
| To them whom Thou lovest or that they are maim'd | U |
| From reaching this world's sweet who seek Thee | F2 |
| thus | F2 |
| With all their might good Lord deliver us | F2 |
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| XVI | T |
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| From needing danger to be good | U |
| From owing Thee yesterday's tears to day | U |
| From trusting so much to Thy blood | U |
| That in that hope we wound our soul away | U |
| From bribing Thee with alms to excuse | F2 |
| Some sin more burdenous | F2 |
| From light affecting in religion news | F2 |
| From thinking us all soul neglecting thus | F2 |
| Our mutual duties Lord deliver us | F2 |
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| XVII | T |
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| From tempting Satan to tempt us | F2 |
| By our connivance or slack company | F2 |
| From measuring ill by vicious | F2 |
| Neglecting to choke sin's spawn vanity | F2 |
| From indiscreet humility | F2 |
| Which might be scandalous | F2 |
| And cast reproach on Christianity | F2 |
| From being spies or to spies pervious | F2 |
| From thirst or scorn of fame deliver us | F2 |
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| XVIII | T |
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| Deliver us through Thy descent | U |
| Into the Virgin whose womb was a place | F2 |
| Of middle kind and Thou being sent | U |
| To ungracious us stay'dst at her full of grace | F2 |
| And through Thy poor birth where first Thou | N2 |
| Glorified'st poverty | F2 |
| And yet soon after riches didst allow | N2 |
| By accepting kings' gifts in th' Epiphany | F2 |
| Deliver us and make us to both ways free | F2 |
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| XIX | F2 |
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| And through that bitter agony | F2 |
| Which is still th' agony of pious wits | F2 |
| Disputing what distorted Thee | F2 |
| And interrupted evenness with fits | F2 |
| And through Thy free confession | N |
| Though thereby they were then | N |
| Made blind so that Thou mightst from them have gone | N |
| Good Lord deliver us and teach us when | N |
| We may not and we may blind unjust men | N |
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| XX | F2 |
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| Through Thy submitting all to blows | F2 |
| Thy face Thy robes to spoil Thy fame to scorn | N |
| All ways which rage or justice knows | F2 |
| And by which Thou couldst show that Thou wast born | N |
| And through Thy gallant humbleness | F2 |
| Which Thou in death didst show | N |
| Dying before Thy soul they could express | F2 |
| Deliver us from death by dying so | N |
| To this world ere this world do bid us go | N |
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| XXI | N |
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| When senses which Thy soldiers are | L2 |
| We arm against Thee and they fight for sin | N |
| When want sent but to tame doth war | L2 |
| And work despair a breach to enter in | N |
| When plenty God's image and seal | F |
| Makes us idolatrous | N |
John Donne
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