An Elegie. Princesse Katherine Borne, Christened, Buried, In One Day Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBAACCDD EEEFEE CCGG DGEEAAEEEEEEHH AAIIHH AADDHH CCAAHHFF AAJJ FF| You that can haply mixe your joyes with cries | A |
| And weave white Ios with black Elegies | A |
| Can caroll out a dirge and in one breath | B |
| Sing to the tune either of life or death | B |
| You that can weepe the gladnesse of the spheres | A |
| And pen a hymne in stead of inke with teares | A |
| Here here your unproportion'd wit let fall | C |
| To celebrate this new borne funerall | C |
| And greete that little greatnesse which from th' wombe | D |
| Dropt both a load to th' cradle and the tombe | D |
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| Bright soule teach us to warble with what feet | E |
| Thy swathing linnen and thy winding sheet | E |
| Weepe or shout forth that fonts solemnitie | E |
| Which at once christn'd and buried thee | F |
| And change our shriller passions with that sound | E |
| First told thee into th' ayre then to the ground | E |
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| Ah wert thou borne for this only to call | C |
| The King and Queen guests to your buriall | C |
| To bid good night your day not yet begun | G |
| And shew a setting ere a rising sun | G |
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| Or wouldst thou have thy life a martyrdom | D |
| Dye in the act of thy religion | G |
| Fit excellently innocently good | E |
| First sealing it with water then thy blood | E |
| As when on blazing wings a blest man sores | A |
| And having past to God through fiery dores | A |
| Straight 's roab'd with flames when the same element | E |
| Which was his shame proves now his ornament | E |
| Oh how he hast'ned death burn't to be fryed | E |
| Kill'd twice with each delay till deified | E |
| So swift hath been thy race so full of flight | E |
| Like him condemn'd ev'n aged with a night | E |
| Cutting all lets with clouds as if th' hadst been | H |
| Like angels plum'd and borne a Cherubin | H |
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| Or in your journey towards heav'n say | A |
| Tooke you the world a little in your way | A |
| Saw'st and dislik'st its vaine pompe then didst flye | I |
| Up for eternall glories to the skye | I |
| Like a religious ambitious one | H |
| Aspiredst for the everlasting crowne | H |
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| Ah holy traytour to your brother prince | A |
| Rob'd of his birth right and preheminence | A |
| Could you ascend yon' chaire of state e're him | D |
| And snatch from th' heire the starry diadem | D |
| Making your honours now as much uneven | H |
| As gods on earth are lesse then saints in heav'n | H |
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| Triumph sing triumphs then Oh put on all | C |
| Your richest lookes drest for this festivall | C |
| Thoughts full of ravisht reverence with eyes | A |
| So fixt as when a saint we canonize | A |
| Clap wings with Seraphins before the throne | H |
| At this eternall coronation | H |
| And teach your soules new mirth such as may be | F |
| Worthy this birth day to divinity | F |
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| But ah these blast your feasts the jubilies | A |
| We send you up are sad as were our cries | A |
| And of true joy we can expresse no more | J |
| Thus crown'd then when we buried thee before | J |
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| Princesse in heav'n forgivenes whilst we | F |
| Resigne our office to the HIERARCHY | F |
Richard Lovelace
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