lyrical poems-第17节

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s　pleased　more；　or　my　smell；　But　true　it　was；　as　I　roll'd　there；　Without　a　thought　of　hurt　or　fear；　Love　turn'd　himself　into　a　bee；　And　with　his　javelin　wounded　me；…　From　which　mishap　this　use　I　make；　Where　most　sweets　are；　there　lies　a　snake；　Kisses　and　favours　are　sweet　things；　But　those　have　thorns；　and　these　have　stings。


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TO　THE　ROSE：　　SONG

Go；　happy　Rose；　and　interwove　With　other　flowers；　bind　my　Love。　Tell　her；　too；　she　must　not　be　Longer　flowing；　longer　free；　That　so　oft　has　fetter'd　me。

Say；　if　she's　fretful；　I　have　bands　Of　pearl　and　gold；　to　bind　her　hands；　Tell　her；　if　she　struggle　still；　I　have　myrtle　rods　at　will；　For　to　tame；　though　not　to　kill。

Take　thou　my　blessing　thus；　and　go　And　tell　her　this；but　do　not　so！　Lest　a　handsome　anger　fly　Like　a　lightning　from　her　eye；　And　burn　thee　up；　as　well　as　I！


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THE　FUNERAL　RITES　OF　THE　ROSE

The　Rose　was　sick；　and　smiling　died；　And；　being　to　be　sanctified；　About　the　bed；　there　sighing　stood　The　sweet　and　flowery　sisterhood。　Some　hung　the　head；　while　some　did　bring；　To　wash　her；　water　from　the　spring；　Some　laid　her　forth；　while　others　wept；　But　all　a　solemn　fast　there　kept。　The　holy　sisters　some　among；　The　sacred　dirge　and　trental　sung；　But　ah！　　what　sweets　smelt　everywhere；　As　heaven　had　spent　all　perfumes　there！　At　last；　when　prayers　for　the　dead；　And　rites；　were　all　accomplished；　They；　weeping；　spread　a　lawny　loom；　And　closed　her　up　as　in　a　tomb。


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THE　BLEEDING　HAND；　OR　THE　SPRIG　OF　EGLANTINE　GIVEN　TO　A　MAID

From　this　bleeding　hand　of　mine；　Take　this　sprig　of　Eglantine：　Which；　though　sweet　unto　your　smell；　Yet　the　fretful　briar　will　tell；　He　who　plucks　the　sweets；　shall　prove　Many　thorns　to　be　in　love。


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TO　CARNATIONS：　　A　SONG

Stay　while　ye　will；　or　go；　And　leave　no　scent　behind　ye：　Yet　trust　me；　I　shall　know　The　place　where　I　may　find　ye。

Within　my　Lucia's　cheek；　（Whose　livery　ye　wear）　Play　ye　at　hide　or　seek；　I'm　sure　to　find　ye　there。


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TO　PANSIES

Ah；　Cruel　Love！　　must　I　endure　Thy　many　scorns；　and　find　no　cure？　Say；　are　thy　medicines　made　to　be　Helps　to　all　others　but　to　me？　I'll　leave　thee；　and　to　Pansies　come：　Comforts　you'll　afford　me　some：　You　can　ease　my　heart；　and　do　What　Love　could　ne'er　be　brought　unto。


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HOW　PANSIES　OR　HEARTS…EASE　CAME　FIRST

Frolic　virgins　once　these　were；　Overloving；　living　here；　Being　here　their　ends　denied　Ran　for　sweet…hearts　mad；　and　died。　Love；　in　pity　of　their　tears；　And　their　loss　in　blooming　years；　For　their　restless　here…spent　hours；　Gave　them　hearts…ease　turn'd　to　flowers。


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WHY　FLOWERS　CHANGE　COLOUR

These　fresh　beauties；　we　can　prove；　Once　were　virgins；　sick　of　love；　Turn'd　to　flowers：　still　in　some；　Colours　go　and　colours　come。


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THE　PRIMROSE

Ask　me　why　I　send　you　here　This　sweet　Infanta　of　the　year？　Ask　me　why　I　send　to　you　This　Primrose；　thus　bepearl'd　with　dew？　I　will　whisper　to　your　ears；　The　sweets　of　love　are　mixt　with　tears。

Ask　me　why　this　flower　does　show　So　yellow…green；　and　sickly　too？　Ask　me　why　the　stalk　is　weak　And　bending；　yet　it　doth　not　break？　I　will　answer；these　discover　What　fainting　hopes　are　in　a　lover。


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TO　PRIMROSES　FILLED　WITH　MORNING　DEW

Why　do　ye　weep；　sweet　babes？　　can　tears　Speak　grief　in　you；　Who　were　but　born　just　as　the　modest　morn　Teem'd　her　refreshing　dew？　Alas；　you　have　not　known　that　shower　That　mars　a　flower；　Nor　felt　th'　unkind　Breath　of　a　blasting　wind；　Nor　are　ye　worn　with　years；　Or　warp'd　as　we；　Who　think　it　strange　to　see；　Such　pretty　flowers；　like　to　orphans　young；　To　speak　by　tears；　before　ye　have　a　tongue。

Speak；　whimp'ring　younglings；　and　make　known　The　reason　why　Ye　droop　and　weep；　Is　it　for　want　of　sleep；　Or　childish　lullaby？　Or　that　ye　have　not　seen　as　yet　The　violet？　Or　brought　a　kiss　From　that　Sweet…heart；　to　this？　No；　no；　this　sorrow　shown　By　your　tears　shed；　Would　have　this　lecture　read；　That　things　of　greatest；　so　of　meanest　worth；　Conceived　with　grief　are；　and　with　tears　brought　forth。


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TO　DAISIES；　NOT　TO　SHUT　SO　SOON

Shut　not　so　soon；　the　dull…eyed　night　Has　not　as　yet　begun　To　make　a　seizure　on　the　light；　Or　to　seal　up　the　sun。

No　marigolds　yet　closed　are；　No　shadows　great　appear；　Nor　doth　the　early　shepherds'　star　Shine　like　a　spangle　here。

Stay　but　till　my　Julia　close　Her　life…begetting　eye；　And　let　the　whole　world　then　dispose　Itself　to　live　or　die。


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TO　DAFFADILS

Fair　Daffadils；　we　weep　to　see　You　haste　away　so　soon；　As　yet　the　early…rising　sun　Has　not　attain'd　his　noon。　Stay；　stay；　Until　the　hasting　day　Has　run　But　to　the　even…song；　And；　having　pray'd　together；　we　Will　go　with　you　along。

We　have　short　time　to　stay；　as　you；　We　have　as　short　a　spring；　As　quick　a　growth　to　meet　decay；　As　you；　or　any　thing。　We　die　As　your　hours　do；　and　dry　Away；　Like　to　the　summer's　rain；　Or　as　the　pearls　of　morning's　dew；　Ne'er　to　be　found　again。


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TO　VIOLETS

Welcome；　maids　of　honour；　You　do　bring　In　the　Spring；　And　wait　upon　her。

She　has　virgins　many；　Fresh　and　fair；　Yet　you　are　More　sweet　than　any。

You're　the　maiden　posies；　And　so　graced；　To　be　placed　'Fore　damask　roses。

Yet；　though　thus　respected；　By　and　by　Ye　do　lie；　Poor　girls；　neglected。


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THE　APRON　OF　FLOWERS

To　gather　flowers；　Sappha　went；　And　homeward　she　did　bring　Within　her　lawny　continent；　The　treasure　of　the　Spring。

She　smiling　blush'd；　and　blushing　smiled；　And　sweetly　blushing　thus；　She　look'd　as　she'd　been　got　with　child　By　young　Favonius。

Her　apron　gave；　as　she　did　pass；　An　odour　more　divine；　More　pleasing　too；　than　ever　was　The　lap　of　Proserpine。


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THE　LILY　IN　A　CRYSTAL

You　have　beheld　a　smiling　rose　When　virgins'　hands　have　drawn　O'er　it　a　cobweb…lawn：　And　here；　you　see；　this　lily　shows；　Tomb'd　in　a　crystal　stone；　More　fair　in　this　transparent　case　Than　when　it　grew　alone；　And　had　but　single　grace。

You　see　how　cream　but　naked　is；　Nor　dances　in　the　eye　Without　a　strawberry；　Or　some　fine　tincture；　like　to　this；　Which　draws　the　sight　thereto；　More　by　that　wantoning　with　it；　Than　when　the　paler　hue　No　mixture　did　admit。

You　see　how　amber　through　the　streams　More　gently　strokes　the　sight；　With　some　conceal'd　delight；　Than　when　he　darts　his　radiant　beams　Into　the　boundless　air；　Where　either　too　much　light　his　worth　Doth　all　at　once　impair；　Or　set　it　little　forth。

Put　purple　grapes　or　cherries　in…　To　glass；　and　they　will　send　More　beauty　to　commend　Them；　from　that　clean　and　subtle　skin；　Than　if　they　naked　stood；　And　had　no　other　pride　at　all；　But　their　own　flesh　and　blood；　And　tinctures　natural。

Thus　lily；　rose；　grape；　cherry；　cream；　And　strawberry　do　stir　More　love；　when　they　transfer　A　weak；　a　soft；　a　broken　beam；　Than　if　they　should　discover　At　full　their　proper　excellence；　Without　some　scene　cast　over；　To　juggle　with　the　sense。

Thus　let　this　crystall'd　lily　be　A　rule；　how　far　to　teach　Your　nakedness　must　reach；　And　that　no　further　than　we　see　Those　glaring　colours　laid　By　art's　wise　hand；　but　to　this　end　They　should　obey　a　shade；　Lest　they　too　far　extend。

So　though　you're　white　as　swan　or　snow；　And　have　the　power　to　move　A　world　of　men　to　love；　Yet；　when　your　lawns　and　silks　shall　flow；　And　that　white　cloud　divide　Into　a　doubtful　twilight；then；　Then　will　your　hidden　pride　Raise　greater　fires　in　men。


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TO　MEADOWS

Ye　have　been　fresh　and　green；　Ye　have　been　fill'd　with　flowers；　And　ye　the　walks　have　been　Where　maids　have　spent　their　hours。

You　have　beheld　how　they　With　wicker　arks　did　come；　To　kiss　and　bear　away　The　richer　cowslips　home。

You've　heard　them　sweetly　sing；　And　seen　them　in　a　round；　Each　virgin；　like　a　spring；　With　honeysuckles　crown'd。

But　now；　we　see　none　here；　Whose　silvery　feet　did　tread　And　with　dishevell'd　hair　Adorn'd　this　smoother　mead。

Like　unthrifts；　having　spent　Your　stock；　and　needy　grown　You're　left　here　to　lament　Your　poor　estates　alone。


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TO　A　GENTLEWOMAN；　OBJECTING　TO　HIM　HIS　GRAY　HAIRS

Am　I　despised；　because　you　say；　And　I　dare　swear；　that　I　am　gray？　Know；　Lady；　you　have　but　your　day！　And　time　will　come　when　you　shall　wear　Such　frost　and　snow　upon　your　hair；　And　when；　though　long；　it　comes　to　pass；　You　question　with　your　looking…glass；　And　in　that　sincere　crystal　seek　But　find　no　rose…bud　in　your　cheek；　Nor　any　bed　to　give　the　shew　Where　such　a　rare　carnation　grew：…　Ah！　　then　too　late；　close　in　your　chamber　keeping；　It　will　be　told　That　you　are　old；　By　those　true　tears　you're　weeping。


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THE　CHANGES：　　TO　CORINNA

Be　not　proud；　but　now　incline　Your　soft　ear　to　discipline；　You　have　changes　in　your　life；　Sometimes　peace；　and　sometimes　strife；　You　have　ebbs　of　face　and　flows；　As　your　health　or　comes　or　goes；　You　have　hopes；　and　doubts；　and　fears；　Numberless　as　are　your　hairs；　You　have　pulses　that　do　beat　High；　and　passions　less　of　heat；　You　are　young；　but　must　be　old：　And；　to　these；　ye　must　be　told；　Time；　ere　long；　will　come　and　plow　Loathed　furrows　in　your　brow：　And　the　dimness　of　your　eye　Will　no　other　thing　imply；　But　you　must　die　As　well　as　I。


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UPON　MRS　ELIZ。　WHEELER；　UNDER　THE　NAME　OF　AMARILLIS

Sweet　Amarillis；　by　a　spring's　Soft　and　soul…melting　murmurings；　Slept；　and　thus　sl