Holy Sonnet Vii: At The Round Earth's Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBACBBABDBDEF

At the round earths imagin'd corners blowA
Your trumpets Angells and arise ariseB
From death you numberlesse infinitiesB
Of soules and to your scattred bodies goeA
All whom the flood did and fire shall o'erthrowC
All whom warre dearth sage agues tyranniesB
Despaire law chance hath slaine and you whose eyesB
Shall behold God and never tast deaths woeA
But let them sleepe Lord and mee mourne a spaceB
For if above all these my sinnes aboundD
'Tis late to aske abundance of thy graceB
When wee are there here on this lowly groundD
Teach mee how to repent for that's as goodE
As if thou'hadst seal'd my pardon with thy bloodF

John Donne



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