Tasso, Torquato / Reynolds, Henry · published 1628 · first performed or written 1628 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
On with thy story, for I long to hear't; Perhaps to better end than thou supposest. Being but a Lad, so young as yet scarce able To reach the fruit from the low-hanging boughs Of new grown trees; Inward I grew to be With a young maid, fullest of love and sweetness, That ere displayed pure gold tress to the wind; Thou knowst her mother hight Cidippe; no? Montano the rich Goteheard is her father: Silvia, fair Silvia 'tis I mean, the glory Of all these woods, and flame of every heart; 'Tis she, 'tis she I speak of; long alas Lived I soneare her, and then loved of her, As like two turtles each in other joy'de; Near our abodes, and nearer were our bearts; Well did our years agree, better our thoughts; Together wove we nets t'intrapp the fish In floods and sedgy fleets; together set Pitfalls for birds; together the pyeed Buck And flying do over the plains we chased; And in the quarry ', as in the pleasure shar'de: But as I made the beasts my prey, I found My heart was lost, and made a prey to other. By little ' and little in my breast began To spring, I know not from what hidden root (Like th'her be that of itself is seen to grow) A strange desire, and love still to be near And hourly drink from the fair Sylvia's eyes A sweetness past all thought, but it had still (Me thought) a bitter farewell; oft I sighed, Yet knew no cause I had to sigh; and so Became betimes a lover, ere I knew What love meant; but alas I knew too soon; And in what sort, mark, and I'll tell thee Onn. All in the shade of a broad Beech-tree sitting, Silvia, Phillis, and myself together; A Bee, that all about the flowery meed Had honey gathered; flow to Phillis cheek; The rosy cheek mistaking for a rose, And there (belike) his little needle left: Phillis cries out, impatient of the pain Of her sharp sting; but th' everlovely Silvia Bade her be patiented; Phillis (said she) peace, And with a word or two I'll heal thy hurt, And take the sting, and soon the grief away; This secret erst the grave Aretia taught me, And her I gave (in recompense) the horn Of Ivory tipped with gold I want to were; This said, the libs of her fair sweetest mouth Upon th' offended cheek she laid; and strait, (O strange effect) whether with the sound it were Of her soft murmured verse of Magic power, Or rather (as I rather do believe) The virtue of her mouth, That what it toucheth, cures, Phillis was cured; And with the pain soon was the swelling gone. I, that till then ne'er dreamt of more delight, Then on the shine of her bright eyes to gaze, And joy to hear her speak, (music more sweet, Then makes the murmur of a slow pac'de brook,
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On with thy ſtory, for I long to heare't; Perhaps to better ende then thou ſuppoſeſt. Being but a Lad, ſo young as yet ſcarſe able To reach the fruit from the low-hanging boughes Of new growne trees; Inward I grew to bee With a young mayde, fulleſt of loue and ſweetneſse, That ere diſplay'd pure gold treſſe to the winde; Thou know'ſt her mother hight Cidippe; no? Montano the rich Goteheard is her father: Siluia, faire Siluia 'tis I meane, the glory Of all theſe woods, and flame of euery heart; 'Tis ſhee, 'tis ſhe I ſpeake of; long alas Liu'd I ſoneare her, and then lou'de of her, As like two turtles each in other joy'de; Neere our abodes, and neerer were our bearts; Well did our yeares agree, better our thoughts; Together woue we netts t'intrapp the fiſh In flouds and ſedgy fleetes; together ſett Pitfalls for birds; together the pye'd Buck And flying Doe ouer the plaines we chac'de; And in the quarry', as in the pleaſure ſhar'de: But as I made the beaſts my pray, I found My heart was loſt, and made a pray to other. By little' and little in my breaſt beganne To ſpring, I know not from what hidden roote (Like th'her be that of it ſelfe is ſeene to growe) A ſtrange deſire, and loue ſtill to be neere And hourely drinke from the faire Siluias eyes A ſweetneſſe paſt all thought, but it had ſtill (Me thought) a bitter farewell; oft I ſigh'd, Yet knew no cauſe I had to ſigh; and ſo Became betimes a louer, ere I knewe What loue meant; but alas I knewe too ſoone; And in what ſort, marke, and I'le tell thee Onn. All in the ſhade of a broad Beech-tree ſitting, Siluia, Phillis, and my ſelfe together; A Bee, that all about the flowry mede Had hunny gathred; flow to Phillis cheeke; The roſie cheeke miſtaking for a roſe, And there (belike) his little needle left: Phillis cryes out, impatient of the paine Of her ſharp ſting; but th' euerlouely Siluia Bad her be patient; Phillis (ſaid ſhee) peace, And with a word or two I'le heale thy hurt, And take the ſting, and ſoone the griefe away; This ſecret erst the graue Aretia taught mee, And her I gaue (in recompence) the horne Of Yuory tipt with gould I wont to were; This ſaid, the libs of her faire ſweeteſt mouth Vpon th' offended cheeke ſhee laid; and ſtraite, (O ſtrange effect) whether with the ſound it were Of her ſoft murmur'd verſe of Magick powre, Or rather (as I rather doe beleeue) The vertue of her mouth, That what it toucheth, cures, Phillis was cur'de; And with the paine ſoone was the ſwelling gone. I, that till then ne're dream't of more delight, Then on the ſhine of her bright eyes to gaze, And ioy to heare her ſpeake, (muſique more ſweete, Then makes the murmur of a ſlow pac'de brooke,