Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
The blessing that this marriage did procure, It was too great to have continued long, A thing that's vehement can not endure: Our joys far past th'expressing of the tongue, whoever did full satisfaction find, Yet with satiety were never cloyed, We seemed two bodies governed by one mind, Such was the happiness that we enjoyed. He loved me dearly, I obeyed his will, Proud of myself because that I was his, A harmony remained betwixt us still, Each in another placed their chiefest bliss. This moved th'immortals to a high disdain, That thus two worldlings who of death were heirs, Should in a paradise of joys remain, Which did exceed, at least did equal theirs. But chiefly Iuno did despite it most, Who through a jealousy still jars with Ioue, That body-prisoned souls of that could boast, Which she (although Heavens Queen) had not above. Thus even for envy of our rare delights; The fatal Sisters by the heavens suborned, Of my soul's treasure closed the lovely lights, By which they thought the earth too much adorned. O but he is not dead, he lives in me, Ah but I live not, for I died in him, The one without the other can not be, If death have set his eyes, mine must look dim. Since to my sight that Sun no more appeared, From whom my beauties borrowed all their rays, A long eclipse that never shall be cleared, Hath darkened all the points of my sad days. Ay me! I live too long, he died too soon, Thus still the worst remain, the best depart, Of him who told how this black deed was done. The words like swords shall ever wound my heart. Fierce tyrant Death, that in thy wrath didst take One half of me, and left an half behind, Take this to thee, or give me th'other back, Be altogether cruel, or all kind. For whilst I live, thou canst not wholly die, O! even in spite of death, yet still my choice, Oft with th'Imaginations love-quick eye, I think I see thee, and I hear thy voice. And to content my languishing desire, Each thing to ease my mind some help affords, I fancy whiles thy form, and then afire, In every sound I apprehend thy words. Then with such thoughts my memory to wound, I call to mind thy looks, thy words, thy grace, Where thou didst haunt, yet I adore the ground, And where thou stepped, O sacred seems that place! My solitary walks, my widowed bed, My dreary sighs, my sheets oft bathed with tears, These can record the life that I have led Since first sad news breathed death into mine ears. I live but with despair my sprite to dash, Thee first I loved, with thee all love I leave; For my chaste flames extinguished in thy ash Can kindle now no more but in thy grave.
nodes 1929–1988 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 46 in this edition
Length
489 words · 631 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.727 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T10 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
The bleſſing that this marriage did procure, It was too great to haue continu'd long, A thing that's vehement can not indure: Our ioyes farre paſt th'expreſſing of the toong, Who euer did full ſatisfaction finde, Yet with ſatietie were neuer cloy'd, We ſeem'd two bodies gouern'd by one mind, Such was the happines that we enioy'd. He lou'd me deerely, I obey'd his will, Prowd of my ſelfe becauſe that I was his, A harmonie remaind betwixt vs ſtill, Each in another plac'd their chiefeſt bliſſe. This mou'd th'Immortalls to a high diſdaine, That thus two worldlings who of death were heires, Should in a paradiſe of ioyes remaine, Which did exceede, at leaſt did equall theirs. But chiefly Iuno did diſpight it moſt, Who through a iealouſie ſtill iarres with Ioue, That bodie-priſon'd ſoules of that could boaſt, Which ſhe (although Heauens Queene) had not aboue. Thus euen for enuy of our rare delights; The fatall Siſters by the heauens ſubborn'd, Of my ſoules treaſure cloſd the louely lights, By which they thought the earth too much adorn'd. O but he is not dead, he liues in me, Ah but I liue not, for I dide in him, The one without the other can not be, If death haue ſet his eyes, mine muſt looke dim. Since to my ſight that Sunne no more appeer'd, From whom my beauties borrowed all their rayes, A long ecclipſe that neuer ſhall be cleer'd, Hath darkned all the points of my ſad dayes. Ay me! I liue too long, he dide too ſoone, Thus ſtill the worſt remaine, the beſt depart, Of him who told how this black deede was done. The words like ſwords ſhall euer wound my hart. Fierce tyrant Death, that in thy wrath didſt take One halfe of me, and left an halfe behind, Take this to thee, or giue me th'other backe, Be altogether cruell, or all kind. For whilſt I liue, thou canſt not wholy dye, O! euen in ſpite of death, yet ſtill my choyce, Oft with th'Imaginations loue-quicke eye, I thinke I ſee thee, and I heare thy voyce. And to content my languiſhing deſire, Each thing to eaſe my mind ſome helpe affords, I fancie whiles thy forme, and then afire, In euery found I apprehend thy words. Then with ſuch thoughts my memorie to wound, I call to mind thy lookes, thy words, thy grace, Where thou didſt haunt, yet I adore the ground, And where thou ſtept, O ſacred ſeemes that place! My ſolitary walks, my widowd bed, My driery ſighs, my ſheets oft bathd with teares, Theſe can record the life that I haue led Since firſt ſad newes breath'd death into mine eares. I liue but with deſpaire my ſprite to daſh, Thee firſt I lou'd, with thee all loue I leaue; For my chaſte flames extinguiſhd in thy aſh Can kindle now no more but in thy graue.