On The Progress Of The Soul... Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDEFFGGHIJJAAKKLL MMNOPPQQRRSSTURRVVRR WWAAXXYZRRGGAARRGGA2 A2TTRRYZJJRRRRB2| Forget this rotten world and unto thee | A |
| Let thine own times as an old story be | A |
| Be not concern'd study not why nor when | B |
| Do not so much as not believe a man | C |
| For though to err be worst to try truths forth | D |
| Is far more business than this world is worth | E |
| I'he world is but a carcass thou art fed | F |
| By it but as a worm that carcass bred | F |
| And why shouldst thou poor worm consider more | G |
| When this world will grow better than before | G |
| Than those thy fellow worms do think upon | H |
| That carcass's last resurrection | I |
| Forget this world and scarce think of it so | J |
| As of old clothes cast off a year ago | J |
| To be thus stupid is alacrity | A |
| Men thus lethargic have best memory | A |
| Look upward that's towards her whose happy state | K |
| We now lament not but congratulate | K |
| She to whom all this world was but a stage | L |
| Where all sat heark'ning how her youthful age | L |
| Should be employ'd because in all she did | M |
| Some figure of the golden times was hid | M |
| Who could not lack what'er this world could give | N |
| Because she was the form that made it live | O |
| Nor could complain that this world was unfit | P |
| To be stay'd in then when she was in it | P |
| She that first tried indifferent desires | Q |
| By virtue and virtue by religious fires | Q |
| She to whose person paradise adher'd | R |
| As courts to princes she whose eyes enspher'd | R |
| Star light enough t' have made the South control | S |
| Had she been there the star full Northern Pole | S |
| She she is gone she is gone when thou knowest this | T |
| What fragmentary rubbish this world is | U |
| Thou knowest and that it is not worth a thought | R |
| He honours it too much that thinks it nought | R |
| Think then my soul that death is but a groom | V |
| Which brings a taper to the outward room | V |
| Whence thou spiest first a little glimmering light | R |
| And after brings it nearer to thy sight | R |
| For such approaches doth heaven make in death | W |
| Think thyself labouring now with broken breath | W |
| And think those broken and soft notes to be | A |
| Division and thy happiest harmony | A |
| Think thee laid on thy death bed loose and slack | X |
| And think that but unbinding of a pack | X |
| To take one precious thing thy soul from thence | Y |
| Think thyself parch'd with fever's violence | Z |
| Anger thine ague more by calling it | R |
| Thy physic chide the slackness of the fit | R |
| Think that thou hear'st thy knell and think no more | G |
| But that as bells call'd thee to church before | G |
| So this to the Triumphant Church calls thee | A |
| Think Satan's sergeants round about thee be | A |
| And think that but for legacies they thrust | R |
| Give one thy pride to'another give thy lust | R |
| Give them those sins which they gave thee before | G |
| And trust th' immaculate blood to wash thy score | G |
| Think thy friends weeping round and think that they | A2 |
| Weep but because they go not yet thy way | A2 |
| Think that they close thine eyes and think in this | T |
| That they confess much in the world amiss | T |
| Who dare not trust a dead man's eye with that | R |
| Which they from God and angels cover not | R |
| Think that they shroud thee up and think from thence | Y |
| They reinvest thee in white innocence | Z |
| Think that thy body rots and if so low | J |
| Thy soul exalted so thy thoughts can go | J |
| Think thee a prince who of themselves create | R |
| Worms which insensibly devour their state | R |
| Think that they bury thee and think that rite | R |
| Lays thee to sleep but a Saint Lucy's night | R |
| B2 |
John Donne
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