To The Praise Of The Dead And The Anatomy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAACCDDADDDDDCCAAEE AADDCCFFAAAADDCCBBAA GHAACCDD| VVEll dy'de the World that we might liue to see | A |
| This World of wit in his Anatomee | B |
| No euill wants his good so wilder heyres | A |
| Bedew their Fathers Toombs with forced teares | A |
| Whose state requites their losse whiles thus we gaine | C |
| Well may we walke in black e but not complaine | C |
| Yet how can I consent the world is dead | D |
| While this Muse liues which in his spirits stead | D |
| Seemes to informe a world and bids it bee | A |
| In spight of losse or fraile mortalitee | D |
| And thou the subiect of this wel borne thought | D |
| Thrise noble Maid couldst not haue found nor sought | D |
| A fitter time to yeeld to thy sad Fate | D |
| Then whiles this spirit liues that can relate | D |
| Thy worth so well to our last Nephews Eyne | C |
| That they shall wonder both at his and thine | C |
| Admired match where striues in mutuall grace | A |
| The cunning Pencill and the comely face | A |
| A taske which thy faire goodnesse made too much | E |
| For the bold pride of vulgar pens to tuch | E |
| Enough is vs to praise them that praise thee | A |
| And say that but enough those prayses bee | A |
| Which had'st thou liu'd had hid their fearefull head | D |
| From th'angry checkings of thy modestred | D |
| Death bars reward shame when enuy's gone | C |
| And gaine 'tis safe to giue the dead their owne | C |
| As then the wise Egyptians wont to lay | F |
| More on their Tombes then houses these of clay | F |
| But those of brasse or marbele were so wee | A |
| Giue more vnto thy Ghost then vnto thee | A |
| Yet what wee giue to thee thou gauest to vs | A |
| And maiest but thanke thy selfe for being thus | A |
| Yet what thou gau'st and wert O happy maid | D |
| Thy grace profest all due were 'tis repayd | D |
| So these high songs that to thee suited bine | C |
| Serue but to sound thy makers praise in thine | C |
| Which thy deare soule as sweetly sings to him | B |
| Amid the Quire of Saints and Seraphim | B |
| As any Angels tongue can sing of thee | A |
| The subiects differ then the skill agree | A |
| For as by infant yeares men iudge of age | G |
| Thy early loue thy vertues did presage | H |
| What hie part thou bear'st in those best songs | A |
| Whereto no burden nor no end belongs | A |
| Sing on thou Virgin soule whose losseful gaine | C |
| Thy loue sicke Parents haue bewail'd in vaine | C |
| Neuer may thy Name be in our songs forgot | D |
| Till we shall sing thy ditty and thy note | D |
John Donne
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