171 Now, boast thee, death! in thy possession lies Of eyes again so royal! 30-v. 2. 172 Death lies on her, like an untimely frost 35-iv. 5. 173 Have I not hideous death within my view, Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax Since I must lose the use of all deceit ? Why should I then be false; since it is true, 174 Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it: he died 175 16-v. 4. 15-i. 4. O, my love! my wife! Death that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: 35-v. 3. * In allusion to the images made by the witches. 176 I have bewept a worthy husband's death, 177 All things, that we ordained festival, 178 24-ii. 2. 35-iv. 5. O'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep 179 7-iii. 2. O, now doth death line his dead chaps with steel; 180 His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him; 16-ii. 2. Than man could give him, he died, fearing God. 181 Full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, 25-iv. 2. His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. 182 Grief softens the mind, And makes it fearful and degenerate. 25-iv. 2. 22-iv. 3. 183 The night of sorrow now is turn'd to day: He cheers the morn, and all the world relieveth : 184 She shook The holy water from her heavenly eyes, And clamour moisten'd: then away she started 185 Poems. 34-iv. 3. In the glasses of thine eyes I see thy grieved heart. 186 Men judge by the complexion of the sky 187 Lo! here the hopeless merchant of this loss, 17-i. 3. 17-iii. 2. With head declined, and voice damm'd up with woe, With sad set eyes and wretched arms across, From lips new-waxen pale begins to blow The grief away, that stops his answer so; What he breathes out, his breath drinks up again. As through an arch the violent roaring tide 188 My particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature, Poems. That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself. 189 37-i. 3. When my heart, As wedged with a sigh, would rive* in twain; But sorrow that is couch'd in seeming gladness, 26-i. 1. 190 Sorrow, like a heavy-hanging bell, Once set on ringing, with his own weight goes: 191 "Tis with my mind As with the tide, swell'd up unto its height, That makes a still-stand, running neither way. 192 Poems. 19-ii. 3. Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast. 17-ii. 1. 193 Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; And there I see such black and grained spots, 194 My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd; 195 36-iii. 4. 26-iii. 3. Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. * Split. 35-iii. 2. † Colour. 196 My heart is great; but it must break with silence, 197 17-ii. 1. There's nothing in this world, can make me joy : Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. 198 Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud, 199 O, you kind gods, Cure this great breach in his abused nature! 200 As the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, 16-iii. 4. 22-iii. 1. 34-iv. 7. Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs, Weaken'd with grief, being now enraged with grief, Are thrice themselves.§ 201 Our strength is all gone into heaviness, 202 19-i. 1. 30-iv. 13. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, * Free. † Ps. xc. 9. 16-iii. 4. Bend, yield to pressure. § Anger and terror have been known to remove a fit of the gout; to give activity to the bed-ridden; and to produce instantaneous and most extraordinary energies. |