Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NEW YEAR'S GIFT TO BRIAN LORD BISHOP OF SARUM UPON THE AUTHOR'S ENTYERING INTO HOLY ORDERS, 1638, by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Now that the village reverence doth lie hid Last Line: They do receive; but you, sir, make the gift. Subject(s): Gifts & Giving; New Year | ||||||||
Now that the village reverence doth lie hid, As Egypt's wisdom did, In birds and beasts, and that the tenant's soul Goes with his New-year's fowl; So that the cock and hen speak more Now, than in fables heretofore; And that the feather'd things Truly make love have wings: Though we no flying present have to pay A quill yet snatch'd from thence may sign the day. But, being the Canon bars me wit and wine, Enjoining the true Vine, Being the bays must yield unto the Cross, And all be now one loss; So that my raptures are to steal And knit themselves in one pure zeal, And that my each day's breath Must be a daily death: Without all strain or fury I must than Tell you this New-year brings you a new man. New, not as th' year, to run the same course o'er Which it hath run before, Lest in the man himself there be a round, As in his humour's found, And that return seem to make good Circling of actions, as of blood. Motion, as in a mill Is busy standing still, And by such wheeling we but thus prevail To make the serpent swallow his own tail. Nor new by solemnising looser toys, And erring with less noise, Taking the flag and trumpet from the sin, So to offend within As some men silence loud perfumes And draw them into shorter rooms: This will be understood More wary, not more good. Sins too may be severe, and so, no doubt, The vice but only sour'd, not rooted out. But new, by th' using of each part aright, Changing both step and sight; That false direction come not from the eye, Nor the foot tread awry; That neither that the way aver Which doth toward fame, nor profit, err, Nor this tread that path which Is not the right, but rich; That thus the foot being fix'd, thus led the eye, I pitch my walk low, but my prospect high. New too, to teach my opinions not t' submit To favour, or to wit; Nor yet to walk on edges, where they may Run safe in broader way; Nor to search out for new paths, where Nor tracks nor footsteps do appear, Knowing that deeps are ways Where no impression stays; Nor servile thus, nor curious, may I then Approve my faith to heaven, my life to men. But I who thus present myself as new, Am thus made new by you. Had not your rays dwelt on me, one long night Had shut me up from sight. Your beams exhale me from among Things tumbling in the common throng. Who thus with your fire burns, Now gives not, but returns. To others then be this a day of thrift: They do receive; but you, sir, make the gift. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW YEAR'S POEM by MARGARET AVISON A SPEED OF HISTORY by MARGARET AVISON NEW YEAR'S DAY by DAVID LEHMAN LINES FOR THE NEW YEAR by JULIE CARR I AM RUNNING INTO A NEW YEAR by LUCILLE CLIFTON FOR THE NEW YEAR (2) by ROBERT CREELEY NO PLATONIQUE LOVE by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT ON A VIRTUOUS YOUNG GENTLEWOMAN THAT DIED SUDDENLY by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT TO CHLOE WHO FOR HIS SAKE WISHED HERSELF YOUNGER by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT |
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