Epithalamion Made At Lincoln's Inn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDDCAEEAFFGGHIIHJK KJFF LLMCCMNOONFF JJGPPGMEEMFF JJMMMMQJJQFF MMMMMMMJJMFF JJMCCMGKKGRF JJEJGEJGGJFFI | A |
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HAIL sun beams in the east are spread | B |
Leave leave fair bride your solitary bed | B |
No more shall you return to it alone | C |
It nurseth sadness and your body's print | D |
Like to a grave the yielding down doth dint | D |
You and your other you meet there anon | C |
Put forth put forth that warm balm breathing thigh | A |
Which when next time you in these sheets will smother | E |
There it must meet another | E |
Which never was but must be oft more nigh | A |
Come glad from thence go gladder than you came | F |
To day put on perfection and a woman's name | F |
Daughters of London you which be | G |
Our golden mines and furnish'd treasury | G |
You which are angels yet still bring with you | H |
Thousands of angels on your marriage days | I |
Help with your presence and devise to praise | I |
These rites which also unto you grow due | H |
Conceitedly dress her and be assign'd | J |
By you fit place for every flower and jewel | K |
Make her for love fit fuel | K |
As gay as Flora and as rich as Ind | J |
So may she fair and rich in nothing lame | F |
To day put on perfection and a woman's name | F |
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And you frolic patricians | L |
Sons of those senators wealth's deep oceans | L |
Ye painted courtiers barrels of other's wits | M |
Ye countrymen who but your beasts love none | C |
Ye of those fellowships whereof he's one | C |
Of study and play made strange hermaphrodites | M |
Here shine this bridegroom to the temple bring | N |
Lo in yon path which store of strew'd flowers graceth | O |
The sober virgin paceth | O |
Except my sight fail 'tis no other thing | N |
Weep not nor blush here is no grief nor shame | F |
To day put on perfection and a woman's name | F |
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Thy two leaved gates fair temple unfold | J |
And these two in thy sacred bosom hold | J |
Till mystically join'd but one they be | G |
Then may thy lean and hunger starv d womb | P |
Long time expect their bodies and their tomb | P |
Long after their own parents fatten thee | G |
All elder claims and all cold barrenness | M |
All yielding to new loves be far for ever | E |
Which might these two dissever | E |
Always all th'other may each one possess | M |
For the best bride best worthy of praise and fame | F |
To day puts on perfection and a woman's name | F |
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Winter days bring much delight | J |
Not for themselves but for they soon bring night | J |
Other sweets wait thee than these diverse meats | M |
Other disports than dancing jollities | M |
Other love tricks than glancing with the eyes | M |
But that the sun still in our half sphere sweats | M |
He flies in winter but he now stands still | Q |
Yet shadows turn noon point he hath attain'd | J |
His steeds will be restrain'd | J |
But gallop lively down the western hill | Q |
Thou shalt when he hath run the heaven's half frame | F |
To night put on perfection and a woman's name | F |
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The amorous evening star is rose | M |
Why then should not our amorous star inclose | M |
Herself in her wish'd bed Release your strings | M |
Musicians and dancers take some truce | M |
With these your pleasing labours for great use | M |
As much weariness as perfection brings | M |
You and not only you but all toil'd beasts | M |
Rest duly at night all their toils are dispensed | J |
But in their beds commenced | J |
Are other labours and more dainty feasts | M |
She goes a maid who lest she turn the same | F |
To night puts on perfection and a woman's name | F |
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Thy virgin's girdle now untie | J |
And in thy nuptial bed love's altar lie | J |
A pleasing sacrifice now dispossess | M |
Thee of these chains and robes which were put on | C |
To adorn the day not thee for thou alone | C |
Like virtue and truth art best in nakedness | M |
This bed is only to virginity | G |
A grave but to a better state a cradle | K |
Till now thou wast but able | K |
To be what now thou art then that by thee | G |
No more be said I may be but I am | R |
To night put on perfection and a woman's name | F |
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Even like a faithful man content | J |
That this life for a better should be spent | J |
So she a mother's rich stile doth prefer | E |
And at the bridegroom's wish'd approach doth lie | J |
Like an appointed lamb when tenderly | G |
The priest comes on his knees to embowel her | E |
Now sleep or watch with more joy and O light | J |
Of heaven to morrow rise thou hot and early | G |
This sun will love so dearly | G |
Her rest that long long we shall want her sight | J |
Wonders are wrought for she which had no maim | F |
To night puts on perfection and a woman's name | F |
John Donne
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