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Who would imagine it possible that in a very few lines so many remote ideas could be brought together?Since 'tis my doom, Love's undershrieve, * Why this reprieve?Why doth my she advowson fly
By candles end,
Life's taper out?
Of enormous and disgusting hyperboles, these may be examples:
By every wind that comes this way,
Send me at least a sigh or two,
As shall themselves make winds to get to you.
In tears I '11 waste these eyes,
All arm'd in brass, the richest dress of war,
All universal consternation:
His bloody eyes he hurls round, his sharp paws Tear up the ground; then runs he wild about, Lashing his angry tail and roaring out. Beasts creep into their dens, and tremble there; Trees, though no wind is stirring, shake with fear; Silence and horror fill the place around;Echo itself dares scarce repeat the sound.
Their fictions were often violent and unnatural. Of his Mistress bathing. The fish around her crowded, as they do To the false light that treacherous fishers shew, And all with as much ease might taken be, As she at first took me;
For ne'er did light so clear Among the waves appear,
The poetical effect of a lover's name upon glass:
My name engrav'd herein
Which, ever since that charm, hath been
Their conceits were sentiments slight and trifling.
On an inconstant woman:He enjoys the calmy sunshine now, And no breath stirring hears,
He sees thee gentle, fair and gay, And trusts the faithless April of thy May.
Upon a paper written with the juice of lemon, and read by the fire:
Nothing yet in thee is seen, But when a genial heat warms thee within, A new-born wood of various lines there grows; Here buds an L, and there a B, Here spouts a V, and there a T,
As they sought only for novelty, they did not; , much enquire whether their allusions were to things high or low, elegant or gross: whether they compared the little to the great, or the great to the little.
Physick and Chirurgery for a Lover.
Gently, ah gently, madam, touch
That pain must needs be very much,
Cordials of pity give me now,
The World anda Clock.
Mahol, th' inferior world's fantastic face,
A coal-pit has not often found its poet; but, that it may not want its due honour, Cleiveland has paralleled it with the Sun:
The moderate value of our guiltless ore
Death, a Voyage:
Their thoughts and expressions were sometimes grossly absurd, and such as no figures or licence can reconcile to the understanding. J
A Lover neither dead nor alive:Then down I laid my head Down on cold earth; and for a while was dead, And my freed soul to a strange somewhere fled;
Ah, sottish soul, said I,
When back to its cage again I saw it fly:
Fool to resume her broken chain,
And row her galley here again!
Fool, to that body to return Where it condemn'd and destin'd is to burn! Once dead, how can it be, Death should a thing so pleasant seem to thee, That thou should'st come to live it o'er again in me?
A Lover's heart, a hand grenado:
Wo to her stubborn heart, if once mine come
Into the self-same room;
'Twill tear and blow up all within,
Of both our broken hearts:
Shall out of both one new one make:
The poetical propagation of Light:
The prince's favour is diffus'd o'er all,
From which all fortunes, names, and natures fall:
Then from those wombs of stars, the bride's bright eyes,
At every glance a constellation flies,
In light and power, the all-ey'd firmament:
Then from their beams their jewels' lustres rise:
Donne. VOL. VI. D