Greetings,
I'd greatly appreciate it if those of you who enjoy analyzing poetic meter
could check my scansion of John Donne's seventh holy sonnet ("At the
round earth's imagined corners, blow"), the unmarred text of which can be found at the link below.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44105/holy-sonnets-at-the-round-earths-imagind-corners-blow
My scansion below uses straight capitals for stressed syllables, lower-case
for unstressed, parentheses around lower-case letters for intermediate
stress, and parentheses around capital letters in the one case where I feel
that two intermediate levels of stress are in order. Foot breaks are denoted
by "|", caesuras by "||", and metrical (syllable-length) pauses by "^ ".
Some of my scansion choices have been influenced by my reading of Thomas Cable's 2002 article "Issues for a New History of English Prosody."
Indeed, the scansion of the line "Shall behold God and never taste death's
woe" is Cable's own. The lines that I find very hard to scan are the middle
ones, from "All whom the flood did" to "But let them sleep":
at (the) | (ROUND) EARTH'S | im A | gin'd COR | ners, BLOW
your TRUM | pets, AN | gels, AND | a RISE || a RISE
from DEATH, | you NUM | ber LESS | in FIN | i TIES
of SOULS, | and TO | your SCA | tter's BO | dies GO;
ALL | whom the FLOOD | ^ DID | and (fire) SHALL | o'er THROW,
all whom WAR, | dearth, AGE | ^ A | gues, TY | ra NIES,
de SPAIR, | law, CHANCE | hath SLAIN, || and YOU | whose EYES
shall be HOLD | ^ GOD || and NE | ver TASTE | death's WOE.
but LET | them SLEEP | lord || and ME | MOURNE | a SPACE,
for IF | a BOVE | all THESE | my SINS | a BOUND,
'tis LATE | to ASK | a BUN | dance OF | thy GRACE
when WE | are THERE; | ^ HERE | on this LOW | ly GROUND
TEACH | me HOW | to re PENT; || for THAT'S | as GOOD
as IF | thou'hadst SEAL'D | my PAR | don WITH | thy BLOOD.
Thank you.