To The New Yeere Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCCD BBECCE FFGHHG HHICCI FFICCI GGGIIG HHJGGJ GGHCCH EEHHHH HHGHHG HHEGGE CCGCCG KKLGGM MMHHHH

Rich Statue double facedA
With Marble Temples gracedA
To rayse thy God head hyerB
In flames where Altars shiningC
Before thy Priests diuiningC
Doe od'rous Fumes expireD
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Great IANVS I thy pleasureB
With all the Thespian treasureB
Doe seriously pursueE
To th' passed yeere returningC
As though the old adiourningC
Yet bringing in the newE
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Thy ancient Vigils yeerelyF
I haue obserued cleerelyF
Thy Feasts yet smoaking beeG
Since all thy store abroad isH
Giue something to my GoddesseH
As hath been vs'd by theeG
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Giue her th' Eoan brightnesseH
Wing'd with that subtill lightnesseH
That doth trans pierce the AyreI
The Roses of the MorningC
The rising Heau'n adorningC
To mesh with flames of HayreI
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Those ceaselesse Sounds aboue allF
Made by those Orbes that moue allF
And euer swelling thereI
Wrap'd vp in Numbers flowingC
Them actually bestowingC
For Iewels at her EareI
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O Rapture great and holyG
Doe thou transport me whollyG
So well her forme to varyG
That I aloft may beare herI
Whereas I will insphere herI
In Regions high and starryG
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And in my choise ComposuresH
The soft and easie ClosuresH
So amorously shall meetJ
That euery liuely CeasureG
Shall tread a perfect MeasureG
Set on so equall feetJ
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That Spray to fame so fertleG
The Louer crowning MirtleG
In Wreaths of mixed BowesH
Within whose shades are dwellingC
Those Beauties most excellingC
Inthron'd vpon her BrowesH
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Those Paralels so euenE
Drawne on the face of HeauenE
That curious Art supposesH
Direct those Gems whose cleerenesseH
Farre off amaze by neerenesseH
Each Globe such fire inclosesH
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Her Bosome full of BlissesH
By Nature made for KissesH
So pure and wond'rous cleereG
Whereas a thousand GracesH
Behold their louely FacesH
As they are bathing thereG
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O thou selfe little blindnesseH
The kindnesse of vnkindnesseH
Yet one of those diuineE
Thy Brands to me were leuerG
Thy Fascia and thy QuiuerG
And thou this Quill of mineE
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This Heart so freshly bleedingC
Vpon it owne selfe feedingC
Whose woundes still dropping beG
O Loue thy selfe confoundingC
Her coldnesse so aboundingC
And yet such heat in meG
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Yet if I be inspiredK
Ile leaue thee so admiredK
To all that shall succeedL
That were they more then manyG
'Mongst all there is not anyG
That Time so oft shall readM
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Nor Adamant ingrauedM
That hath been choisely 'st sauedM
IDEA'S Name out wearesH
So large a Dower as this isH
The greatest often missesH
The Diadem that bearesH

Michael Drayton



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