Elegy:the End Of Funeral Elegies Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCDE FGHHIIDDJJ

MADAMA
That I might make your cabinet my tombB
And for my fame which I love next my soulC
Next to my soul provide the happiest roomB
Admit to that place this last funeral scrollC
Others by wills give legacies but ID
Dying of you do beg a legacyE
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My fortune and my will this custom breakF
When we are senseless grown to make stones speakG
Though no stone tell thee what I was yet thouH
In my grave's inside seest what thou art nowH
Yet thou 'rt not yet so good till death us layI
To ripe and mellow there we're stubborn clayI
Parents make us earth and souls dignifyD
Us to be glass here to grow gold we lieD
Whilst in our souls sin bred and pamper'd isJ
Our souls become worm eaten carcasesJ

John Donne



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