{"id":1306,"date":"2019-04-28T18:24:10","date_gmt":"2019-04-28T18:24:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/142.150.46.75\/poemsandfancies\/?p=1306"},"modified":"2019-08-06T01:42:26","modified_gmt":"2019-08-06T01:42:26","slug":"a-dialogue-between-a-bountiful-knight-and-a-castle-ruined-in-war","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/?p=1306","title":{"rendered":"A Dialogue between a Bountiful Knight and a Castle Ruined in War"},"content":{"rendered":"<\/span>1<\/sup><\/a><\/span>\n

Knight
\n<\/strong>Alas, poor Castle, how great is thy change<\/span>2<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nFrom thy first form! To me thou dost seem strange.
\nI left thee comely and in perfect health;
\nNow thou art withered and decayed in wealth.<\/p>\n

Castle
\n<\/strong>O noble Sir, I from your stock was raised, \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 5
\nFlourished in plenty, and by all men praised,
\nFor your most valiant father did me build,
\nYour brother furnished me, my neck did gild,
\nAnd towers on<\/span>3<\/sup><\/a><\/span> my head like crowns were placed,<\/span>4<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nWalls, like a girdle, went about<\/span>5<\/sup><\/a><\/span> my waist.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 10
\nAnd on this pleasant hill he set me high,
\nTo view<\/span>6<\/sup><\/a><\/span> the vales below as they do<\/span>7<\/sup><\/a><\/span> lie,
\nWhere like a garden is each field and close,<\/span>8<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nWhere fresh green grass and yellow cowslip grows.<\/span>9<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nThere did I see fat sheep in pastures go,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 15
\nAnd hear<\/span>10<\/sup><\/a><\/span> the cows, whose bags were full, to low.
\nBy wars I\u2019m<\/span>11<\/sup><\/a><\/span> now destroyed, all rights o\u2019erpowered;
\nBeauty and innocency are devoured.
\nBefore these wars I was in my full prime,
\nAnd held<\/span>12<\/sup><\/a><\/span> the greatest beauty in my time.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 20
\nBut, noble Sir, since I did see you last,
\nWithin me hath<\/span>13<\/sup><\/a><\/span> a garrison been placed,
\nTheir guns, and pistols all about me hung,
\nAnd in despite their bullets at me flung,
\nWhich through my sides those passages you see<\/span>14<\/sup><\/a><\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 25
\nMade, and destroyed the walls that circled me,<\/span>15<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nAnd left<\/span>16<\/sup><\/a><\/span> my rubbish on huge heaps to lie.
\nWith dust I\u2019m<\/span>17<\/sup><\/a><\/span> choked, for want of water, dry,
\nFor those small leaden pipes which winding lay
\nUnder the ground, the water to convey,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 30
\nWere all cut off; the water, murmuring,
\nRun back with grief to tell it to the spring.
\nMy windows all are<\/span>18<\/sup><\/a><\/span> broke; the wind blows in;<\/span>19<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nWith cold I shake, with agues shivering.<\/span>20<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nO pity me, dear Sir, release my band,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 35
\nOr let me die by your most noble hand.<\/p>\n

Knight
\n<\/strong>Alas, poor Castle, I small help can bring,
\nYet shall my heart supply the former spring
\nFrom whence the water of fresh tears shall rise;
\nTo quench thy drought, I\u2019ll<\/span>21<\/sup><\/a><\/span> spout them from mine eyes.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 40
\nThat wealth I have<\/span>22<\/sup><\/a><\/span> for to release thy woe,
\nI\u2019ll offer for a ransom to thy foe.
\nBut to restore thy health and<\/span>23<\/sup><\/a><\/span> build thy wall,
\nI have not means enough to do\u2019t withal.
\nHad I the art, no pains then<\/span>24<\/sup><\/a><\/span> I would spare,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 45
\nBut all what\u2019s<\/span>25<\/sup><\/a><\/span> broken down I would repair.<\/p>\n

Castle
\n<\/strong>Most noble Sir, you that me freedom give,
\nMay your great name in after ages live.
\nThis your great<\/span>26<\/sup><\/a><\/span> bounty may the gods requite,
\nAnd keep you from such enemies and<\/span>27<\/sup><\/a><\/span> spite,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 50
\nAnd may great Fame your praises sound aloud.
\nGods give me life to show my gratitude.<\/span>28<\/sup><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Knight Alas, poor Castle, how great is thy change From thy first form! To me thou dost seem strange. I left thee comely and in perfect health; Now thou art withered and decayed in wealth. Castle O noble Sir, I from your stock was raised, \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 5 Flourished in plenty, and by … Continue reading A Dialogue between a Bountiful Knight and a Castle Ruined in War<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[240,215],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1306","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dialogues","category-part2"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1306","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1306"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1306\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2693,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1306\/revisions\/2693"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1306"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1306"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1306"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}