On reading the following lines, the reader may perhaps cry out "Confusion worse confounded." Here lies a she sun, and a he moon here, Or each is both, and all, and so They unto one another nothing owe. 1 DONNE. Who but Donne would have thought that a good man is a telescope? Though God be our true glass through which we see All, since the being of all things is he, Yet are the trunks, which do to us derive Things in proportion fit, by perspective Deeds of good men; for by their living here, 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, By every wind that comes this way, Send me at least a sigh or two, Such and so many I'll repay As shall themselves make winds to get to you. (A dismal glorious sight!) he shone afar. COWLEY. An universal consternation: His bloody eyes he hurls round, his sharp paws Beasts creep into their dens, and tremble there; Trees, though no wind is stirring, shake with fear; Echo itself dares scarce repeat the sound. COWLEY. 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, As she at first took me : For ne'er did light so clear Among the waves appear, Though every night the sun himself set there. COWLEY. The poetical effect of a lover's name upon glass: My name engraved herein Doth contribute my firmness to this glass; Which, ever since that charm, hath been DONNE. THEIR Conceits were sentiments slight and trifling. On an inconstant woman : He enjoys the calmy sunshine now, No smallest cloud appears. He sees thee gentle, fair, and gay, And trusts the faithless April of thy May. COWLEY. 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, Here spouts a V, and there a T, COWLEY. As they sought only for novelty, they did not much inquire 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 The wound, which you yourself have made; Cordials of pity give me now, For I too weak of purgings grow. The world and a clock. Mahol th' inferior world's fantastic face COWLEY. COWLEY. A coal-pit has not often found its poet; but, that it may not want its due honour, Clieveland has paralleled it with the sun: The moderate value of our guiltless ore Makes no man atheist, and no woman whore; Had he our pits, the Persian would admire The sun's heaven's coalery, and coals our sun. Death, a voyage : No family E'er rigg'd a soul for Heaven's discovery, DONNE. Their thoughts and expressions were sometimes grossly absurd, and such as no figures or licence can reconcile to the understanding. 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; When back to its cage again I saw it fly; And row her galley here again! Fool, to that body to return Where it condemn'd and destined 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, Like a grenado shot into a magazin. COWLEY. Then shall Love keep the ashes, and torn parts, Shall out of both one new one make: From her's th' allay, from mine the metal take. The poetical propagation of light: The prince's favour is diffused o'er all, From which all fortunes, names, and natures fall: COWLEY. |