{"id":2080,"date":"2019-05-02T01:07:58","date_gmt":"2019-05-02T01:07:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/142.150.46.75\/poemsandfancies\/?p=2080"},"modified":"2019-05-02T03:38:14","modified_gmt":"2019-05-02T03:38:14","slug":"on-a-melting-beauty","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/?p=2080","title":{"rendered":"On a Melting Beauty"},"content":{"rendered":"

Going into a church my prayers<\/span>1<\/sup><\/a><\/span> to say,
\nClose by a tomb a mourning beauty lay.
\nHer knees on marble cold were bowed down low,
\nAnd fixed so firm<\/span>2<\/sup><\/a><\/span> as if she there did grow.
\nHer elbow on the tomb did steady stand;\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 5
\nHer head hung back, the hind part in her hand,
\nTurning her eyes up to the heavens high,
\nLeft nothing but the white of either<\/span>3<\/sup><\/a><\/span> eye.
\nUpon the lower shut<\/span>4<\/sup><\/a><\/span> did hang a tear,
\nLike to a diamond pendant in an ear.\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 10
\nHer breast was panting sore,<\/span>5<\/sup><\/a><\/span> as if Life meant
\nTo seek after her<\/span>6<\/sup><\/a><\/span> heart, which way it went.
\nI, standing there, observ\u00e8d<\/span>7<\/sup><\/a><\/span> what she did;
\nAt last she from her hand did raise her head,
\nAnd casting down her eyes, ne\u2019er look\u2019d about;\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 15
\nTears pulled<\/span>8<\/sup><\/a><\/span> her eyelids down as they gushed out.
\nThen<\/span>9<\/sup><\/a><\/span> with a gentle groan at last did speak;
\nHer words were soft, voice sounded<\/span>10<\/sup><\/a><\/span> low and weak:
\n\u201cO Heavens!\u201d said she, \u201cO!<\/span>11<\/sup><\/a><\/span> What do you mean?
\nI dare not think you gods can have a spleen,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 20
\nAnd yet I find great torments you do give,
\nAnd creatures<\/span>12<\/sup><\/a><\/span> make in misery to live.
\nYou show us joys, but we possess not one;
\nYou give us life, for Death to feed upon.
\nO cruel Death!<\/span>13<\/sup><\/a><\/span> Thy dart hath made me poor;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 25
\nThou struck\u2019st<\/span>14<\/sup><\/a><\/span> that heart my life did most adore.
\nYou gods, delight not thus me to torment,
\nBut strike me dead by this dear monument,
\nAnd let our ashes mix both in this urn,
\nThat both into one phoenix we may turn.\u201d<\/span>15<\/sup><\/a><\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 30
\nHearing her mourn, I went to give relief,
\nBut oh, alas!<\/span>16<\/sup><\/a><\/span> Her ears were stopped with grief.
\nWhen I came near, her blood congealed to ice,
\nAnd all her body chang\u00e8d in a trice;
\nThat ice straight melted, into tears did turn,<\/span>17<\/sup><\/a><\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 35
\nAnd through the Earth\u2019s pores got into the urn.<\/span>18<\/sup><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Going into a church my prayers to say, Close by a tomb a mourning beauty lay. Her knees on marble cold were bowed down low, And fixed so firm as if she there did grow. Her elbow on the tomb did steady stand;\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 5 Her head hung back, the hind part … Continue reading On a Melting Beauty<\/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":[231,218],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2080","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-a-register-of-mournful-verses","category-part5"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2080","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=2080"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2080\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2085,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2080\/revisions\/2085"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2080"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2080"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2080"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}