a defence of poesie and poems-第20章

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avy　earth；　not　fiery　spirits；　may　plain？　That　eyes　weep　worse　than　heart　in　bloody　tears？　That　sense　feels　more　than　what　doth　sense　contain？　No；　no；　she　is　too　wise；　she　knows　her　face　Hath　not　such　pain　as　it　makes　others　have：　She　knows　the　sickness　of　that　perfect　place　Hath　yet　such　health；　as　it　my　life　can　save。　But　this；　she　thinks；　our　pain　high　cause　excuseth；　Where　her；　who　should　rule　pain；　false　pain　abuseth。

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Like　as　the　dove；　which　seeled　up　doth　fly；　Is　neither　freed；　nor　yet　to　service　bound；　But　hopes　to　gain　some　help　by　mounting　high；　Till　want　of　force　do　force　her　fall　to　ground：　Right　so　my　mind；　caught　by　his　guiding　eye；　And　thence　cast　off　where　his　sweet　hurt　he　found；　Hath　neither　leave　to　live；　nor　doom　to　die；　Nor　held　in　evil；　nor　suffered　to　be　sound。　But　with　his　wings　of　fancies　up　he　goes；　To　high　conceits；　whose　fruits　are　oft　but　small；　Till　wounded；　blind；　and　wearied　spirit；　lose　Both　force　to　fly；　and　knowledge　where　to　fall：　O　happy　dove；　if　she　no　bondage　tried！　More　happy　I；　might　I　in　bondage　bide！

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In　wonted　walks；　since　wonted　fancies　change；　Some　cause　there　is；　which　of　strange　cause　doth　rise：　For　in　each　thing　whereto　mine　eye　doth　range；　Part　of　my　pain；　me…seems；　engraved　lies。　The　rocks；　which　were　of　constant　mind　the　mark；　In　climbing　steep；　now　hard　refusal　show；　The　shading　woods　seem　now　my　sun　to　dark；　And　stately　hills　disdain　to　look　so　low。　The　restful　caves　now　restless　visions　give；　In　dales　I　see　each　way　a　hard　ascent：　Like　late…mown　meads；　late　cut　from　joy　I　live；　Alas；　sweet　brooks　do　in　my　tears　augment：　Rocks；　woods；　hills；　caves；　dales；　meads；　brooks；　answer　me；　Infected　minds　infect　each　thing　they　see。　If　I　could　think　how　these　my　thoughts　to　leave；　Or　thinking　still；　my　thoughts　might　have　good　end；　If　rebel　sense　would　reason's　law　receive；　Or　reason　foiled；　would　not　in　vain　contend：　Then　might　I　think　what　thoughts　were　best　to　think：　Then　might　I　wisely　swim；　or　gladly　sink。

If　either　you　would　change　your　cruel　heart；　Or；　cruel　still；　time　did　your　beauties　stain：　If　from　my　soul　this　love　would　once　depart；　Or　for　my　love　some　love　I　might　obtain；　Then　might　I　hope　a　change；　or　ease　of　mind；　By　your　good　help；　or　in　myself；　to　find。

But　since　my　thoughts　in　thinking　still　are　spent。　With　reason's　strife；　by　senses　overthrown；　You　fairer　still；　and　still　more　cruel　bent；　I　loving　still　a　love　that　loveth　none：　I　yield　and　strive；　I　kiss　and　curse　the　pain；　Thought；　reason；　sense；　time；　You；　and　I；　maintain。



POEM：　　A　FAREWELL



Oft　have　I　mused；　but　now　at　length　I　find　Why　those　that　die；　men　say；　they　do　depart：　Depart：　　a　word　so　gentle　to　my　mind；　Weakly　did　seem　to　paint　Death's　ugly　dart。

But　now　the　stars；　with　their　strange　course；　do　bind　Me　one　to　leave；　with　whom　I　leave　my　heart；　I　hear　a　cry　of　spirits　faint　and　blind；　That　parting　thus；　my　chiefest　part　I　part。

Part　of　my　life；　the　loathed　part　to　me；　Lives　to　impart　my　weary　clay　some　breath；　But　that　good　part　wherein　all　comforts　be；　Now　dead；　doth　show　departure　is　a　death：

Yea；　worse　than　death；　death　parts　both　woe　and　joy；　From　joy　I　part；　still　living　in　annoy。

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Finding　those　beams；　which　I　must　ever　love；　To　mar　my　mind；　and　with　my　hurt　to　please；　I　deemed　it　best；　some　absence　for　to　prove；　If　farther　place　might　further　me　to　ease。

My　eyes　thence　drawn；　where　lived　all　their　light；　Blinded　forthwith　in　dark　despair　did　lie；　Like　to　the　mole；　with　want　of　guiding　sight；　Deep　plunged　in　earth；　deprived　of　the　sky。

In　absence　blind；　and　wearied　with　that　woe；　To　greater　woes；　by　presence；　I　return；　Even　as　the　fly；　which　to　the　flame　doth　go；　Pleased　with　the　light；　that　his　small　corse　doth　burn：

Fair　choice　I　have；　either　to　live　or　die　A　blinded　mole；　or　else　a　burned　fly。



POEM：　　THE　SEVEN　WONDERS　OF　ENGLAND



I。

Near　Wilton　sweet；　huge　heaps　of　stones　are　found；　But　so　confused；　that　neither　any　eye　Can　count　them　just；　nor　Reason　reason　try；　What　force　brought　them　to　so　unlikely　ground。

To　stranger　weights　my　mind's　waste　soil　is　bound；　Of　passion…hills；　reaching　to　Reason's　sky；　From　Fancy's　earth；　passing　all　number's　bound；　Passing　all　guess；　whence　into　me　should　fly　So　mazed　a　mass；　or；　if　in　me　it　grows；　A　simple　soul　should　breed　so　mixed　woes。

II。

The　Bruertons　have　a　lake；　which；　when　the　sun　Approaching　warms；　not　else；　dead　logs　up　sends　From　hideous　depth；　which　tribute；　when　it　ends；　Sore　sign　it　is　the　lord's　last　thread　is　spun。

My　lake　is　Sense；　whose　still　streams　never　run　But　when　my　sun　her　shining　twins　there　bends；　Then　from　his　depth　with　force　in　her　begun；　Long　drowned　hopes　to　watery　eyes　it　lends；　But　when　that　fails　my　dead　hopes　up　to　take；　Their　master　is　fair　warned　his　will　to　make。

III。

We　have　a　fish；　by　strangers　much　admired；　Which　caught；　to　cruel　search　yields　his　chief　part：　With　gall　cut　out；　closed　up　again　by　art；　Yet　lives　until　his　life　be　new　required。

A　stranger　fish　myself；　not　yet　expired；　Tho'；　rapt　with　Beauty's　hook；　I　did　impart　Myself　unto　th'　anatomy　desired；　Instead　of　gall；　leaving　to　her　my　heart：　Yet　live　with　thoughts　closed　up；　'till　that　she　will；　By　conquest's　right；　instead　of　searching；　kill。

IV。

Peak　hath　a　cave；　whose　narrow　entries　find　Large　rooms　within　where　drops　distil　amain：　Till　knit　with　cold；　though　there　unknown　remain；　Deck　that　poor　place　with　alabaster　lined。

Mine　eyes　the　strait；　the　roomy　cave；　my　mind；　Whose　cloudy　thoughts　let　fall　an　inward　rain　Of　sorrow's　drops；　till　colder　reason　bind　Their　running　fall　into　a　constant　vein　Of　truth；　far　more　than　alabaster　pure；　Which；　though　despised；　yet　still　doth　truth　endure。

V。

A　field　there　is；　where；　if　a　stake　oe　prest　Deep　in　the　earth；　what　hath　in　earth　receipt；　Is　changed　to　stone　in　hardness；　cold；　and　weight；　The　wood　above　doth　soon　consuming　rest。

The　earth　her　ears；　the　stake　is　my　request；　Of　which；　how　much　may　pierce　to　that　sweet　seat；　To　honour　turned；　doth　dwell　in　honour's　nest；　Keeping　that　form；　though　void　of　wonted　heat；　But　all　the　rest；　which　fear　durst　not　apply；　Failing　themselves；　with　withered　conscience　die。

VI。

Of　ships　by　shipwreck　cast　on　Albion's　coast；　Which　rotting　on　the　rocks；　their　death　to　die：　From　wooden　bones　and　blood　of　pitch　doth　fly　A　bird；　which　gets　more　life　than　ship　had　lost。

My　ship；　Desire；　with　wind　of　Lust　long　tost；　Brake　on　fair　cliffs　of　constant　Chastity；　Where　plagued　for　rash　attempt；　gives　up　his　ghost；　So　deep　in　seas　of　virtue；　beauties　lie：　But　of　this　death　flies　up　the　purest　love；　Which　seeming　less；　yet　nobler　life　doth　move。

VII。

These　wonders　England　breeds；　the　last　remains　…　A　lady；　in　despite　of　Nature；　chaste；　On　whom　all　love；　in　whom　no　love　is　placed；　Where　Fairness　yields　to　Wisdom's　shortest　reins。

A　humble　pride；　a　scorn　that　favour　stains；　A　woman's　mould；　but　like　an　angel　graced；　An　angel's　mind；　but　in　a　woman　cased；　A　heaven　on　earth；　or　earth　that　heaven　contains：　Now　thus　this　wonder　to　myself　I　frame；　She　is　the　cause　that　all　the　rest　I　am。

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Thou　blind　man's　mark；　thou　fool's　self…chosen　snare；　Fond　fancy's　scum；　and　dregs　of　scattered　thought：　Band　of　all　evils；　cradle　of　causeless　care；　Thou　web　of　will；　whose　end　is　never　wrought：

Desire！　Desire！　　I　have　too　dearly　bought；　With　price　of　mangled　mind；　thy　worthless　ware；　Too　long；　too　long；　asleep　thou　hast　me　brought　Who　shouldst　my　mind　to　higher　things　prepare；

But　yet　in　vain　thou　hast　my　ruin　sought；　In　vain　thou　mad'st　me　to　vain　things　aspire；　In　vain　thou　kindlest　all　thy　smoky　fire：　For　Virtue　hath　this　better　lesson　taught；　Within　myself　to　seek　my　only　hire；　Desiring　nought　but　how　to　kill　Desire。



POEM：　　FROM　EARTH　TO　HEAVEN



Leave　me；　O　love！　which　reachest　but　to　dust；　And　thou；　my　mind；　aspire　to　higher　things：　Grow　rich　in　that　which　never　taketh　rust；　Whatever　fades；　but　fading　pleasure　brings。

Draw　in　thy　beams；　and　humble　all　thy　might　To　that　sweet　yoke　where　lasting　freedoms　be；　Which　breaks　the　clouds；　and　opens　forth　the　light　That　doth　both　shine；　and　give　us　sight　to　see。

O　take　fast　hold！　let　that　light　be　thy　g