Oberon's Feast Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGGHHCCIGHH HHDDGGJJGGKKLLMMIIHH NNGGOODDHHPPHHHapcot To thee the Fairy State | A |
I with discretion dedicate | A |
Because thou prizest things that are | B |
Curious and un familiar | C |
Take first the feast these dishes gone | D |
We'll see the Fairy Court anon | D |
A little mushroon table spread | E |
After short prayers they set on bread | E |
A moon parched grain of purest wheat | F |
With some small glit'ring grit to eat | F |
His choice bits with then in a trice | G |
They make a feast less great than nice | G |
But all this while his eye is serv'd | H |
We must not think his ear was sterv'd | H |
But that there was in place to stir | C |
His spleen the chirring grasshopper | C |
The merry cricket the puling fly | I |
The piping gnat for minstralcy | G |
And now we must imagine first | H |
The elves present to quench his thirst | H |
A pure seed pearl of infant dew | H |
Brought and besweetened in a blue | H |
And pregnant violet which done | D |
His kitling eyes begin to run | D |
Quite through the table where he spies | G |
The horns of papery butterflies | G |
Of which he eats and tastes a little | J |
Of that we call the cuckoo's spittle | J |
A little fuzz ball pudding stands | G |
By yet not blessed by his hands | G |
That was too coarse but then forthwith | K |
He ventures boldly on the pith | K |
Of sugar'd rush and eats the sag | L |
And well bestrutted bee's sweet bag | L |
Gladding his palate with some store | M |
Of emit's eggs what would he more | M |
But beards of mice a newt's stew'd thigh | I |
A bloated earwig and a fly | I |
With the red capp'd worm that's shut | H |
Within the concave of a nut | H |
Brown as his tooth a little moth | N |
Late fatten'd in a piece of cloth | N |
With wither'd cherries mandrake's ears | G |
Mole's eyes to these the slain stag's tears | G |
The unctuous dewlaps of a snail | O |
The broke heart of a nightingale | O |
O'er come in music with a wine | D |
Ne'er ravish'd from the flattering vine | D |
But gently press'd from the soft side | H |
Of the most sweet and dainty bride | H |
Brought in a dainty daisy which | P |
He fully quaffs up to bewitch | P |
His blood to height this done commended | H |
Grace by his priest the feast is ended | H |
Robert Herrick
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