To The Countess Of Bedford I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BCDCDEFGF HIHI JKJK LMLM NDND OPOQ RSTU MDMDVS| A | |
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| MADAM | B |
| Reason is our soul's left hand faith her right | C |
| By these we reach divinity that's you | D |
| Their loves who have the blessing of your light | C |
| Grew from their reason mine from fair faith grew | D |
| But as although a squint left handedness | E |
| Be ungracious yet we cannot want that hand | F |
| So would I not to increase but to express | G |
| My faith as I believe so understand | F |
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| Therefore I study you first in your saints | H |
| Those friends whom your election glorifies | I |
| Then in your deeds accesses and restraints | H |
| And what you read and what yourself devise | I |
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| But soon the reasons why you're loved by all | J |
| Grow infinite and so pass reason's reach | K |
| Then back again to implicit faith I fall | J |
| And rest on that the Catholic voice doth teach | K |
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| That you are good and not one heretic | L |
| Denies it if he did yet you are so | M |
| For rocks which high to sense deep rooted stick | L |
| Waves wash not undermine nor overthrow | M |
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| In everything there naturally grows | N |
| A balsamum to keep it fresh and new | D |
| If 'twere not inured by extrinsic blows | N |
| Your birth and beauty are this balm in you | D |
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| But you of learning and religion | O |
| And virtue and such ingredients have made | P |
| A mithridate whose operation | O |
| Keeps off or cures what can be done or said | Q |
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| Yet this is not your physic but your food | R |
| A diet fit for you for you are here | S |
| The first good angel since the world's frame stood | T |
| That ever did in woman's shape appear | U |
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| Since you are then God's masterpiece and so | M |
| His factor for our loves do as you do | D |
| Make your return home gracious and bestow | M |
| This life on that so make one life of two | D |
| For so God help me I would not miss you there | V |
| For all the good which you can do me here | S |
John Donne
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