A Contemplation upon Flowers

Henry King, Bishop of Chichester (1592–1669) · 1592–1669

iambic pentameter · ABABCC · 18 lines · from Poems

Brave flowers--that I could gallant it like you,And be as little vain!You come abroad, and make a harmless show,And to your beds of earth again.You are not proud: you know your birth:For your embroider’d garments are from earth.

You do obey your months and times, but IWould have it ever Spring:My fate would know no Winter, never die,Nor think of such a thing.O that I could my bed of earth but viewAnd smile, and look as cheerfully as you!

O teach me to see Death and not to fear,But rather to take truce!How often have I seen you at a bier,And there look fresh and spruce!You fragrant flowers! then teach me, that my breathLike yours may sweeten and perfume my death.

Words in this poem

cheerfully adv.
In a cheerful manner, gladly.
bier n.
A handbarrow or portable frame on which a corpse is placed or borne to the grave. [OE. bæe, beere, AS. b, b; akin to D. baar, OHG. bara, G. bahre, Icel barar, Dbaare, L. feretrum, Gr. , from the same bear to produce. See 1st Bear, and cf. Barr]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

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A Contemplation upon Flowers is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250-1900, Project Gutenberg ebook #66619; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

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Form and metre

A Contemplation upon Flowers is 18 lines in 3 stanzas of 6 lines each. The rhyme scheme is ABABCC, complete in 2 of its 3 stanzas. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 89%). 98% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.7 syllables. 17% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 -A-ABB you · vainA · show · againA · birthB · earthB
  2. 2 ABABCC iA · springB · dieA · thingB · viewC · youC
  3. 3 ABABCC fearA · truceB · bierA · spruceB · breathC · deathC
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Brave flowers--that I could gallant it like you,10·/···/˘···
And be as little vain!6···/˘·
You come abroad, and make a harmless show,10··˘/···/˘·
And to your beds of earth again.8······˘/
You are not proud: you know your birth:8········
For your embroider’d garments are from earth.10··˘/˘/˘···
You do obey your months and times, but I10··˘/······
Would have it ever Spring:6···/˘·
My fate would know no Winter, never die,10·····/˘/˘·
Nor think of such a thing.6······
O that I could my bed of earth but view10··········
And smile, and look as cheerfully as you!10·····/˘˘··
O teach me to see Death and not to fear,10··········
But rather to take truce!6·/˘···
How often have I seen you at a bier,10·/˘·······
And there look fresh and spruce!6······
You fragrant flowers! then teach me, that my breath10·/˘/······
Like yours may sweeten and perfume my death.10···/˘·˘/··

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