A New Year's Gift,sent To Sir Simeon Steward Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGHIIJJAAKL AAAAMMNNOOPPQQRRAASS AATUVVAAAANo news of navies burnt at seas | A |
No noise of late spawn'd tittyries | A |
No closet plot or open vent | B |
That frights men with a Parliament | C |
No new device or late found trick | D |
To read by th' stars the kingdom's sick | D |
No gin to catch the State or wring | E |
The free born nostril of the King | E |
We send to you but here a jolly | F |
Verse crown'd with ivy and with holly | F |
That tells of winter's tales and mirth | G |
That milk maids make about the hearth | H |
Of Christmas sports the wassail bowl | I |
That toss'd up after Fox i' th' hole | I |
Of Blind man buff and of the care | J |
That young men have to shoe the Mare | J |
Of twelf tide cakes of pease and beans | A |
Wherewith ye make those merry scenes | A |
Whenas ye chuse your king and queen | K |
And cry out 'Hey for our town green ' | L |
Of ash heaps in the which ye use | A |
Husbands and wives by streaks to chuse | A |
Of crackling laurel which fore sounds | A |
A plenteous harvest to your grounds | A |
Of these and such like things for shift | M |
We send instead of New year's gift | M |
Read then and when your faces shine | N |
With buxom meat and cap'ring wine | N |
Remember us in cups full crown'd | O |
And let our city health go round | O |
Quite through the young maids and the men | P |
To the ninth number if not ten | P |
Until the fired chestnuts leap | Q |
For joy to see the fruits ye reap | Q |
From the plump chalice and the cup | R |
That tempts till it be tossed up | R |
Then as ye sit about your embers | A |
Call not to mind those fled Decembers | A |
But think on these that are t' appear | S |
As daughters to the instant year | S |
Sit crown'd with rose buds and carouse | A |
Till LIBER PATER twirls the house | A |
About your ears and lay upon | T |
The year your cares that's fled and gone | U |
And let the russet swains the plough | V |
And harrow hang up resting now | V |
And to the bag pipe all address | A |
Till sleep takes place of weariness | A |
And thus throughout with Christmas plays | A |
Frolic the full twelve holy days | A |
Robert Herrick
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