Elegy Xvi: On His Mistress Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDECFFGGHHIIJK LMNOCCPPQQRRQQCCQQGG QQCCQQQQQQSSEEKK

By our first strange and fatal interviewA
By all desires which thereof did ensueA
By our long starving hopes by that remorseB
Which my words' masculine persuasive forceB
Begot in thee and by the memoryC
Of hurts which spies and rivals threatened meC
I calmly beg but by thy father's wrathD
By all pains which want and divorcement hathD
I conjure thee and all the oaths which IE
And thou have sworn to seal joint constancyC
Here I unswear and overswear them thusF
Thou shalt not love by ways so dangerousF
Temper O fair Love love's impetuous rageG
Be my true Mistress still not my feigned PageG
I'll go and by thy kind leave leave behindH
Thee only worthy to nurse in my mindH
Thirst to come back O if thou die beforeI
My soul from other lands to thee shall soarI
Thy else Almighty beauty cannot moveJ
Rage from the Seas nor thy love teach them loveK
Nor tame wild Boreas' harshness thou hast readL
How roughly he in pieces shiveredM
Fair Orithea wbom he swore he lovedN
Fall ill or good 'tis madness to have provedO
Dangers unurged feed on this flatteryC
That absent Lovers one in th' other beC
Dissemble nothing not a boy nor changeP
Thy body's habit nor mind's be not strangeP
To thyself only all will spy in thy faceQ
A blushing womanly discovering graceQ
Ricbly clothed Apes are called Apes and as soonR
Eclipsed as bright we call the Moon the MoonR
Men of France changeable chameleonsQ
Spitals of diseases shops of fashionsQ
Love's fuellers and the rightest companyC
Of Players which upon the world's stage beC
Will quickly know thee and no less alasQ
Th' indifferent Italian as we passQ
His warm land well content to think thee PageG
Will hunt thee with such lust and hideous rageG
As Lot's fair guests were vexed But none of theseQ
Nor spongy hydroptic Dutch shall thee displeaseQ
If thou stay here O stay here for for theeC
England is only a worthy galleryC
To walk in expectation till from thenceQ
Our greatest King call thee to his presenceQ
When I am gone dream me some happinessQ
Nor let thy looks our long hid love confessQ
Nor praise nor dispraise me nor bless nor curseQ
Openly love's force nor in bed fright thy NurseQ
With midnight's startings crying out oh ohS
Nurse O my love is slain I saw him goS
O'er the white Alps alone I saw him IE
Assailed fight taken stabbed bleed fall and dieE
Augur me better chance except dread JoveK
Think it enough for me t' have had thy loveK

John Donne



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