Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NEW-YEARES GIFT SENT TO SIR SIMEON STEWART, by ROBERT HERRICK Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: No newes of navies burnt at seas Last Line: Frolick the full twelve holy-dayes. Subject(s): Holidays; New Year | ||||||||
No newes of Navies burnt at Seas; No noise of late spawn'd Tittyries: No closset plot, or open vent, That frights men with a Parliament: No new devise, or late found trick, To read by th' Starres, the Kingdoms sick: No ginne to catch the State, or wring The free-born Nosthrills of the King, We send to you; but here a jolly Verse crown'd with Yvie, and with Holly: That tels of Winters Tales and Mirth, That Milk-maids make about the hearth, Of Christmas sports, the Wassell-boule, That tost up, after Fox-i'th'hole: Of Blind-man-buffe, and of the care That young men have to shooe the Mare: Of Twelf-tide Cakes, of Pease, and Beanes Wherewith ye make those merry Sceanes, When as ye chuse your King and Queen, And cry out, Hey, for our town green. Of Ash-heapes, in the which ye use Husbands and Wives by streakes to chuse: Of crackling Laurell, which fore-sounds, A Plentious harvest to your grounds: Of these, and such like things, for shift, We send in stead of New-yeares gift. Read then, and when your faces shine With bucksome meat and capring Wine: Remember us in Cups full crown'd, And let our Citie-health go round, Quite through the young maids and the men, To the ninth number, if not tenne; Untill the fired Chesnuts leape For joy, to see the fruits ye reape, From the plumpe Challice, and the Cup, That tempts till it be tossed up: Then as ye sit about your embers, Call not to mind those fled Decembers; But think on these, that are t'appeare, As Daughters to the instant yeare: Sit crown'd with Rose-buds, and carouse, Till Liber Pater twirles the house About your eares; and lay upon The yeare (your cares) that's fled and gon. And let the russet Swaines the Plough And Harrow hang up resting now; And to the Bag-pipe all addresse; Till sleep takes place of wearinesse. And thus, throughout, with Christmas playes Frolick the full twelve Holy-dayes. | 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 A CHRISTMAS CAROL, SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL by ROBERT HERRICK A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK A TERNARIE OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLIE by ROBERT HERRICK |
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