The Collar Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


I struck the board and cried No moreA
I will abroadB
What shall I ever sigh and pineC
My lines and life are free free as the roadD
Loose as the wind as large as storeA
Shall I be still in suitE
Have I no harvest but a thornF
To let me blood and not restoreA
What I have lost with cordial fruitE
Sure there was wineC
Before my sighs did dry it there was cornF
Before my tears did drown itG
Is the year only lost to meH
Have I no bays to crown itG
No flowers no garlands gay all blastedI
All wastedI
Not so my heart but there is fruitE
And thou hast handsJ
Recover all thy sigh blown ageK
On double pleasures leave thy cold disputeE
Of what is fit and not Forsake thy cageK
Thy rope of sandsJ
Which petty thoughts have made and made to theeH
Good cable to enforce and drawL
And be thy lawL
While thou didst wink and wouldst not seeH
Away take heedM
I will abroadB
Call in thy death's head there tie up thy fearsN
He that forbearsN
To suit and serve his needM
Deserves his loadD
But as I raved and grew more fierce and wildO
At every wordP
Methoughts I heard one calling ChildO
And I replied My LordQ

George Herbert


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