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 AJJAAJJAFOFOAAHer of your name whose fair inheritance | A |
Bethina was and jointure Magdalo | B |
An active faith so highly did advance | C |
That she once knew more than the Church did know | D |
The Resurrection so much good there is | E |
Deliver'd of her that some Fathers be | F |
Loth to believe one Woman could do this | G |
But think these Magdalens were two or three | F |
Increase their number Lady and their fame | H |
To their Devotion add your Innocence | A |
Take so much of th'example as of the name | H |
The latter half and in some recompence | A |
That they did harbour Christ himself a Guest | I |
Harbour these Hymns to his dear name addresst | I |
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La Corona | J |
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Deigne at my hands this crown of prayer and praise | A |
Weav'd in my low devout melancholie | B |
Thou which of good hast yea art treasury | F |
All changing unchang'd Antient of dayes | A |
But doe not with vile crowne of fraile bayes | A |
Reward my muses white sincerity | F |
But what thy thorny crowne gain'd that give mee | F |
The ends of Glory which doth flower alwayes | A |
The ends crowne our workes but thou crown'st our ends | A |
For at our end begins our endlesse rest | I |
The first last end now zealously possest | I |
With a strong sober thirst my soule attends | A |
'Tis time that heart and voice be lifted high | K |
Salvation to all that will is nigh | K |
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Annunciation | J |
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Salvation to all that will is nigh | K |
That All which alwayes is All every where | L |
Which cannot die yet cannot chuse but die | K |
Loe faithfull Virgin yeelds himselfe to lye | K |
In prison in thy wombe and though he there | L |
Can take no sinne nor thou give yet he'will weare | L |
Taken from thence flesh which deaths force may trie | L |
Ere by the spheares time was created thou | M |
Wast in his minde who is thy Sonne and Brother | L |
Whom thou conceiv'st conceiv'd yea thou art now | M |
Thy Makers maker and thy Fathers mother | L |
Thou'hast light in darke and shutst in little roome | N |
Immensity cloystered in thy deare wombe | N |
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Nativitie | K |
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Immensity cloystered in thy deare wombe | N |
Now leaves his welbelov'd imprisonment | K |
There he hath made himselfe to his intent | K |
Weake enough now into our world to come | N |
But Oh for thee for him hath th'Inne no roome | N |
Yet lay him in this stall and from the Orient | K |
Starres and wisemen will travell to prevent | K |
Th'effect of Herods jealous generall doome | N |
Seest thou my Soule with thy faiths eyes how he | F |
Which fils all place yet none hold him doth lye | L |
Was not his pity towrds thee wondrous high | L |
That would have need to be pittied by thee | F |
Kisse him and with him into Egypt goe | D |
With his kinde mother who partakes thy woe | D |
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Temple | B |
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With his kinde mother who partakes thy woe | D |
Joseph turne backe see where your child doth sit | K |
Blowing yea blowing out those sparks of wit | K |
Which himselfe on the Doctors did bestow | D |
The Word but lately could not speake and loe | D |
It sodenly speakes wonders whence comes it | K |
That all which was and all which should be writ | K |
A shallow seeming child should deeply know | D |
His Godhead was not soule to his manhood | K |
Nor had time mellowed him to this ripenesse | A |
But as for one which hath a long taske 'tis good | K |
With the Sunne to beginne his businesse | A |
He in his ages morning thus began | J |
By miracles exceeding power of man | J |
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Crucifying | D |
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By miracles exceeding power of man | J |
Hee faith in some envie in some begat | K |
For what weake spirits admire ambitious hate | K |
In both affections many to him ran | J |
But Oh the worst are most they will and can | J |
Alas and do unto the immaculate | K |
Whose creature Fate is now prescribe a Fate | K |
Measuring selfe lifes infinity to a span | J |
Nay to an inch Loe where condemned hee | F |
Beares his owne crosse with paine yet by and by | L |
When it beares him he must beare more and die | L |
Now thou art lifted up draw mee to thee | F |
And at thy death giving such liberall dole | B |
Moyst with one drop of thy blood my dry soule | B |
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Resurrection | J |
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Moyst with one drop of thy blood my dry soule | B |
Shall though she now be in extreme degree | F |
Too stony hard and yet to fleshly bee | F |
Freed by that drop from being starv'd hard or foule | B |
And life by this death abled shall controule | B |
Death whom thy death slue nor shall to mee | F |
Feare of first or last death bring miserie | F |
If in thy little booke my name thou enroule | B |
Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified | L |
But made that there of which and for which 'twas | A |
Nor can by other meanes be glorified | L |
May then sinnes sleep and deaths soone from me passe | A |
That wak't from both I againe risen may | A |
Salute the last and everlasting day | A |
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Ascention | J |
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Salute the last and everlasting day | A |
Joy at the uprising of this Sunne and Sonne | J |
Yee whose just teares or tribulation | J |
Have purely washt or burnt your drossie clay | A |
Behold the Highest parting hence away | A |
Lightens the darke clouds which hee treads upon | J |
Nor doth hee by ascending show alone | J |
But first hee and hee first enters the way | A |
O strong Ramme which hast batter'd heaven for mee | F |
Mild Lambe which with thy blood hast mark'd the path | O |
Bright Torch which shin'st that I the way may see | F |
Oh with thy owne blood quench thy owne just wrath | O |
And if thy holy Spirit my Muse did raise | A |
Deigne at my hands this crown of prayer and praise | A |
John Donne
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