On The Monument Of A Fair Maiden Lady[1], Who Died At Bath, And Is There Interred. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFFFGHFFII FFFJJFFKKFFLLFFF| Below this marble monument is laid | A |
| All that heaven wants of this celestial maid | A |
| Preserve O sacred tomb thy trust consign'd | B |
| The mould was made on purpose for the mind | B |
| And she would lose if at the latter day | C |
| One atom could be mix'd of other clay | C |
| Such were the features of her heavenly face | D |
| Her limbs were form'd with such harmonious grace | D |
| So faultless was the frame as if the whole | E |
| Had been an emanation of the soul | E |
| Which her own inward symmetry reveal'd | F |
| And like a picture shone in glass anneal'd | F |
| Or like the sun eclipsed with shaded light | F |
| Too piercing else to be sustain'd by sight | F |
| Each thought was visible that roll'd within | G |
| As through a crystal case the figured hours are seen | H |
| And Heaven did this transparent veil provide | F |
| Because she had no guilty thought to hide | F |
| All white a virgin saint she sought the skies | I |
| For marriage though it sullies not it dyes | I |
| High though her wit yet humble was her mind | F |
| As if she could not or she would not find | F |
| How much her worth transcended all her kind | F |
| Yet she had learn'd so much of heaven below | J |
| That when arrived she scarce had more to know | J |
| But only to refresh the former hint | F |
| And read her Maker in a fairer print | F |
| So pious as she had no time to spare | K |
| For human thoughts but was confined to prayer | K |
| Yet in such charities she pass'd the day | F |
| 'Twas wondrous how she found an hour to pray | F |
| A soul so calm it knew not ebbs or flows | L |
| Which passion could but curl not discompose | L |
| A female softness with a manly mind | F |
| A daughter duteous and a sister kind | F |
| In sickness patient and in death resign'd | F |
John Dryden
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