Oberon's Feast Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGGHHCCIGHH HHDDGGJJGGKKLLMMIIHH NNGGOODDHHPPHH| Hapcot 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
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
About Oberon's Feast
Oberon's Feast is a poem by Robert Herrick. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.