Sonnet Cycle For Lady Magdalen Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGFHAHAII J ABFAAFFAAIIAKK J KLKKLLLMLMLNN K NKKNNKKNFLLFDD B DKKDDKKDKAKAJJ D JKKJJKKJFLLFBB J BFFBBFFBLALAAA J AJJAAJJAFOFOAA

Her of your name whose fair inheritanceA
Bethina was and jointure MagdaloB
An active faith so highly did advanceC
That she once knew more than the Church did knowD
The Resurrection so much good there isE
Deliver'd of her that some Fathers beF
Loth to believe one Woman could do thisG
But think these Magdalens were two or threeF
Increase their number Lady and their fameH
To their Devotion add your InnocenceA
Take so much of th'example as of the nameH
The latter half and in some recompenceA
That they did harbour Christ himself a GuestI
Harbour these Hymns to his dear name addresstI
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La CoronaJ
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Deigne at my hands this crown of prayer and praiseA
Weav'd in my low devout melancholieB
Thou which of good hast yea art treasuryF
All changing unchang'd Antient of dayesA
But doe not with vile crowne of fraile bayesA
Reward my muses white sincerityF
But what thy thorny crowne gain'd that give meeF
The ends of Glory which doth flower alwayesA
The ends crowne our workes but thou crown'st our endsA
For at our end begins our endlesse restI
The first last end now zealously possestI
With a strong sober thirst my soule attendsA
'Tis time that heart and voice be lifted highK
Salvation to all that will is nighK
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AnnunciationJ
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Salvation to all that will is nighK
That All which alwayes is All every whereL
Which cannot die yet cannot chuse but dieK
Loe faithfull Virgin yeelds himselfe to lyeK
In prison in thy wombe and though he thereL
Can take no sinne nor thou give yet he'will weareL
Taken from thence flesh which deaths force may trieL
Ere by the spheares time was created thouM
Wast in his minde who is thy Sonne and BrotherL
Whom thou conceiv'st conceiv'd yea thou art nowM
Thy Makers maker and thy Fathers motherL
Thou'hast light in darke and shutst in little roomeN
Immensity cloystered in thy deare wombeN
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NativitieK
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Immensity cloystered in thy deare wombeN
Now leaves his welbelov'd imprisonmentK
There he hath made himselfe to his intentK
Weake enough now into our world to comeN
But Oh for thee for him hath th'Inne no roomeN
Yet lay him in this stall and from the OrientK
Starres and wisemen will travell to preventK
Th'effect of Herods jealous generall doomeN
Seest thou my Soule with thy faiths eyes how heF
Which fils all place yet none hold him doth lyeL
Was not his pity towrds thee wondrous highL
That would have need to be pittied by theeF
Kisse him and with him into Egypt goeD
With his kinde mother who partakes thy woeD
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TempleB
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With his kinde mother who partakes thy woeD
Joseph turne backe see where your child doth sitK
Blowing yea blowing out those sparks of witK
Which himselfe on the Doctors did bestowD
The Word but lately could not speake and loeD
It sodenly speakes wonders whence comes itK
That all which was and all which should be writK
A shallow seeming child should deeply knowD
His Godhead was not soule to his manhoodK
Nor had time mellowed him to this ripenesseA
But as for one which hath a long taske 'tis goodK
With the Sunne to beginne his businesseA
He in his ages morning thus beganJ
By miracles exceeding power of manJ
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CrucifyingD
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By miracles exceeding power of manJ
Hee faith in some envie in some begatK
For what weake spirits admire ambitious hateK
In both affections many to him ranJ
But Oh the worst are most they will and canJ
Alas and do unto the immaculateK
Whose creature Fate is now prescribe a FateK
Measuring selfe lifes infinity to a spanJ
Nay to an inch Loe where condemned heeF
Beares his owne crosse with paine yet by and byL
When it beares him he must beare more and dieL
Now thou art lifted up draw mee to theeF
And at thy death giving such liberall doleB
Moyst with one drop of thy blood my dry souleB
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ResurrectionJ
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Moyst with one drop of thy blood my dry souleB
Shall though she now be in extreme degreeF
Too stony hard and yet to fleshly beeF
Freed by that drop from being starv'd hard or fouleB
And life by this death abled shall controuleB
Death whom thy death slue nor shall to meeF
Feare of first or last death bring miserieF
If in thy little booke my name thou enrouleB
Flesh in that long sleep is not putrifiedL
But made that there of which and for which 'twasA
Nor can by other meanes be glorifiedL
May then sinnes sleep and deaths soone from me passeA
That wak't from both I againe risen mayA
Salute the last and everlasting dayA
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AscentionJ
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Salute the last and everlasting dayA
Joy at the uprising of this Sunne and SonneJ
Yee whose just teares or tribulationJ
Have purely washt or burnt your drossie clayA
Behold the Highest parting hence awayA
Lightens the darke clouds which hee treads uponJ
Nor doth hee by ascending show aloneJ
But first hee and hee first enters the wayA
O strong Ramme which hast batter'd heaven for meeF
Mild Lambe which with thy blood hast mark'd the pathO
Bright Torch which shin'st that I the way may seeF
Oh with thy owne blood quench thy owne just wrathO
And if thy holy Spirit my Muse did raiseA
Deigne at my hands this crown of prayer and praiseA

John Donne



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