Herbert, Mary Sidney / Garnier, RobertSidney Herbert, Mary · published 1595 · first performed or written 1590 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
herself, should seem, in workmanship hath passed. She is all heavenly: never any man But seeing her was ravished with her sight. The alablaster covering of her face, The coral colour her two lips engrains, Her beamy eyes, two Suns of this our world, Of her fair hair the fine and flaming gold, Her brave straight stature, and her winning parts Are nothing else but fierce, fetters, darts. Yet this is nothing th'enchanting skills Of her celestial spirit, her training speech, Her grace, her majesty, and forcing voice, Whither she it with finger's speech consort, Or hearing sceptred kings ambassadors Answer to each in his own language make. Yet now at need it aids her not at all With all these beauties, so her sorrow stings. Darkened with woe her only study is To weep, to sigh, to seek for loneliness. Careless of all, her hair disordered hangs: Her charming eyes whence murdering looks did fly, Now rivers grown', whose wellspring anguish is, Do trickling wash the marble of her face. Her fair discovered breast with sobbing swollen Self cruel she still martyreth with blows, Alas! It's our ill hap, for if her tears She would convert into her loving charms, To make a conquest of the conqueror, (As well she might, would she her force employ) She should us safety from these ills procure, Her crown to her, and to her race assure. Unhappy he, in whom self-succour lies, Yet self-forsaken wanting succour dies. O sweet fertile land, wherein Phoebus did with breath inspire man who men did first begin, formed first of Nilus' mire. whence of Arts the eldest kinds, earth's most heavenly ornament, were as from their fountain sent to enlight our misty minds. whose gross sprite from endless time as in darkened prison penned, never did to knowledge climb. Where the Nile, our father good, fatherlike doth never miss yearly us to bring such food, as to life required is: visiting each year this plain, and with fat slime covering it, which his seven mouths do spit, as the season comes again. making thereby greatest grow busy reapers joyful pain, when his floods do highest flow. wandering Prince of rivers thou, honour of the Aethiops land, of a Lord and master now thou a slave in awe must stand. now of Tiber which is spread less in force, and less in fame reverence thou must the name, whom all other rivers dread, for his children swollen in pride, who by conquest seek to tread round this earth on every side. Now thou must begin to send tribute of thy watery store, as sea paths thy steps shall bend, yearly presents more and more. thy fat scum, our fruitful corn, peeled from hence with thievish hands all unclothed shall leave our lands into foreign country borne. which puffed up with such a prey shall thereby the praise adorn of that sceptre Rome doth sway. Nought thee helps thy horns to hide far from hence in unknown grounds,
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Her selfe, should seeme, in workmanship hath past. She is all heau'nly: neuer any man But seeing hir was rauish'd with her sight. The Allablaster couering of her face, The corall coullor hir two lips engraines, Her beamy eies, two Sunnes of this our world, Of hir faire haire the fine and flaming golde, Her braue streight stature, and her winning partes Are nothing else but fiers, fetters, dartes. Yet this is nothing th'enchaunting skilles Of her celestiall Sp'rite, hir training speach, Her grace, hir maiesty, and forcing voice, Whither she it with fingers speach consorte, Or hearing sceptred kings embassadors Answere to each in his owne language make. Yet now at neede it aides her not at all With all these beauties, so her sorrow stinges. Darkned with woe her only study is To weepe, to sigh, to seeke for lonelines. Careles of all, hir haire disordred hangs: Hir charming eies whence murthring looks did flie, Now riuers grown', whose wellspring anguish is, Do trickling wash the marble of hir face. Hir faire discouer'd brest with sobbing swolne Selfe cruell she still martirith with blowes, Alas! It's our ill hap, for if hir teares She would conuert into her louing charmes, To make a conquest of the conqueror, (As well she might, would she hir force imploie) She should vs saftie from these ills procure, Hir crowne to hir, and to hir race assure. Vnhappy he, in whome selfe-succour lies, Yet selfe-forsaken wanting succour dies. O sweete fertile land, wherein Phaebus did with breth inspire man who men did first begin, formed first of Nilus mire. whence of Artes the eldest kindes, earths most heauenly ornament, were as from their fountaine sent to enlight our misty mindes. whose grose sprite frō endles time as in darkned prison pente, neuer did to knowledge clime. Wher the Nile, our father good, father-like doth neuer misse yearely vs to bring such food, as to life required is: visiting each yeare this plaine, and with fat slime cou'ring it, which his seauen mouthes do spit, as the season comes againe. making therby greatest growe busie reapers ioyfull paine, when his flouds do highest flow. Wandring Prince of riuers thou, honor of the Aethiops lande, of a Lord and maister now thou a slaue in awe must stand. now of Tiber which is spred lesse in force, and lesse in fame reuerence thou must the name, whome all other riuers dread, for his children swolne in pride, who by conquest seeke to treade round this earth on euery side. Now thou must begin to send tribute of thy watry store, as sea pathes thy steps shall bend, yearely presents more and more. thy fat skumme, our fruitfull corne, pill'd from hence with theuish hāds all vncloth'd shal leaue our lands into forraine country borne. which puft vp with such a pray shall thereby the praise adorne of that scepter Rome doth sway. Nought thee helps thy hornes to hide far from hence in vnknown groūds,