Epitaph On The Marchioness Of Winchester Poem Rhyme Scheme

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This rich marble doth inter	A
The honoured wife of Winchester	A
A viscount's daughter an earl's heir	B
Besides what her virtues fair	B
Added to her noble birth	C
More than she could own from earth	C
Summers three times eight save one	D
She had told alas too soon	E
After so short time of breath	F
To house with darkness and with death	F
Yet had the number of her days	G
Been as complete as was her praise	G
Nature and Fate had had no strife	H
In giving limit to her life	H
Her high birth and her graces sweet	I
Quickly found a lover meet	I
The virgin quire for her request	J
The god that sits at marriage feast	K
He at their invoking came	L
But with a scarce well lighted flame	L
And in his garland as he stood	M
Ye might discern a cypress bud	N
Once had the early Matrons run	D
To greet her of a lovely son	D
And now with second hope she goes	O
And calls Lucina to her throes	O
But whether by mischance or blame	L
Atropos for Lucina came	L
And with remorseless cruelty	P
Spoiled at once both fruit and tree	P
The hapless babe before his birth	C
Had burial yet not laid in earth	C
And the languished mother's womb	Q
Was not long a living tomb	Q
So have I seen some tender slip	R
Saved with care from Winter's nip	R
The pride of her carnation train	S
Plucked up by some unheedy swain	S
Who only thought to crop the flower	A
New shot up from vernal shower	A
But the fair blossom hangs the head	T
Sideways as on a dying bed	T
And those pearls of dew she wears	U
Prove to be presaging tears	U
Which the sad morn had let fall	V
On her hastening funeral	W
Gentle Lady may thy grave	X
Peace and quiet ever have	Y
After this thy travail sore	Z
Sweet rest seize thee evermore	Z
That to give the world encrease	U
Shortened hast thy own life's lease	U
Here besides the sorrowing	A2
That thy noble House doth bring	A2
Here be tears of perfect moan	B2
Wept for thee in Helicon	C2
And some flowers and some bays	U
For thy hearse to strew the ways	U
Sent thee from the banks of Came	L
Devoted to thy virtuous name	L
Whilst thou bright Saint high sitt'st in glory	P
Next her much like to thee in story	P
That fair Syrian Shepherdess	U
Who after years of barrenness	U
The highly favoured Joseph bore	Z
To him that served for her before	Z
And at her next birth much like thee	P
Through pangs fled to felicity	P
Far within the bosom bright	D2
Of blazing Majesty and Light	D2
There with thee new welcome Saint	E2
Like fortunes may her soul acquaint	E2
With thee there clad in radiant sheen	F2
No Marchioness but now a Queen	F2

John Milton

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