Winter Nights

Thomas Campion (c. 1567–1619) · 1567–1619

iambic trimeter · ABABCDCDEFEF · 24 lines · from Poems

Now winter nights enlargeThe number of their hours,And clouds their storms dischargeUpon the airy towers.Let now the chimneys blazeAnd cups o’erflow with wine;Let well-tuned words amazeWith harmony divine.Now yellow waxen lightsShall wait on honey love,While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sightsSleep’s leaden spells remove.

This time doth well dispenseWith lovers’ long discourse;Much speech hath some defenceThough beauty no remorse.All do not all things well;Some measures comely tread,Some knotted riddles tell,Some poems smoothly read.The summer hath his joys,And winter his delights;Though love and all his pleasures are but toys,They shorten tedious nights.

Words in this poem

amaze v. t.
To bewilder; to stupefy; to bring into a maze. [Pref. a- + maze.]
shall v. i.
To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
courtly a.
Relating or belonging to a court. [From Court.]
dispense v. i.
To compensate; to make up; to make amends.
defence n.
The act of defending, or the state of being defended; protection, as from violence or danger. [F. défense, OF. defense, fem., defens, masc., fr. L. defensa (cf. Fence.]

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

About this text

Winter Nights 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.

Cite as: Thomas Campion, Winter Nights, in Poems (1567–1619), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #66619, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/obev-thomas-campion/winter-nights.html, id L15996.

Form and metre

Winter Nights is 24 lines in 2 stanzas of 12 lines each. Every stanza rhymes ABABCDCDEFEF. The metre is iambic trimeter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 94%). 97% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 6.4 syllables. 3 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 33% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See other poems in iambic trimeter.

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 ABABCDCDEFEF enlargeA · hoursB · dischargeA · towersB · blazeC · wineD · amazeC · divineD · lightsE · loveF · sightsE · removeF
  2. 2 ABABCDCDEFEF dispenseA · discourseB · defenceA · remorseB · wellC · treadD · tellC · readD · joysE · delightsF · toysE · nightsF
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 trimeter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Now winter nights enlarge6·/˘·˘/
The number of their hours,7·/˘··/˘
And clouds their storms discharge6····˘/
Upon the airy towers.7···/˘/˘
Let now the chimneys blaze6···/˘·
And cups o’erflow with wine;6······
Let well-tuned words amaze6····˘/
With harmony divine.6·/˘˘˘/
Now yellow waxen lights6·/˘/˘·
Shall wait on honey love,6···/˘·
While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights10·/˘/˘··/˘·
Sleep’s leaden spells remove.6·/˘·˘/
This time doth well dispense6····˘/
With lovers’ long discourse;6·/˘·/˘
Much speech hath some defence6····˘/
Though beauty no remorse.6·/˘·˘/
All do not all things well;6······
Some measures comely tread,6·/˘/˘·
Some knotted riddles tell,6·/˘/˘·
Some poems smoothly read.6·/˘/˘·
The summer hath his joys,6·/˘···
And winter his delights;6·/˘·˘/
Though love and all his pleasures are but toys,10·····/˘···
They shorten tedious nights.6·/˘/˘·

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