Tasso, Torquato / Reynolds, Henry · published 1628 · first performed or written 1628 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Leave leave Aminta This thy unjust despair: I know her well; And 'twas her bashfulness, not cruelty, That made her run away so fast from thee. Ah that my only friend must be Despair, Seeing that only Hope hath bred my ruin: And yet it would be breeding in my breast Again, and bid me live; when, what can be A greater ill to so great misery, Then still to live, but to be still unhappy? Why live yet, live with thy unhappiness; And bear it for thy greater happiness When the time comes; think what thou lately saw'st In the fair naked one, and let that serve thee For a reward sufficient for thy hope, And make thee in love with life. 'Twas not enough For love, and fortune, that I was before, So wretched, as I scarcely could be more; But that I must be showed (t'augment my ill) Part of my bliss, yet go without it still. Must I be then the Raven, and sinister Relater of so bitter news? O wretched, Wretched Montano; ah what wilt thou do, When thou shalt hear the sad, and kill story Of thy own only Silvia? poor old man, Most hapless father of a hapless child; Ah now no father. I do hear a sad Lamenting voice. I hear the name of Silvia, That strikes mine ear, and my heart through at once; But who is't names her? 'Tis I think the Nymph Nerina, she whom Diana loves so well, That has so lively eyes, and lovely hands, And so becoming a behaviour. Yet he shall know it; and go gather up Th'unhappy relics, (if yet any be;) Ah Silvia Silvia, O accursed fate. Ay me, what means this Nymph? what says she? Daphne? Nerina? what's the matter that thou namest Silvia so oft, and sighest at every word? There's cause enough Daphne; ah too too much. Ay me I feel, I feel my breast so full Of ice, my breath half stopped; lives she, or no? Tell us all, tell the worst Nerina. O heaven, Must I be then th'unhappy ' historian? And yet it's fit I tell my sad tale out. Silu'ia starnaked (whereof ye know perhaps The cause) came to our house, where being clad, She afterward desired me I would go A hunting with her, as it was before Appointed, to the Grove of Okes, (for so The place ye know is called;) I did agree; And onn we went, and found there many Nymphs Gathered together; not far off, behold Rushes a huge Wolf forth, whose yawning jaws Foamed with a bloody froth; Silvia then near him Let fly a shaft at him; and in his head The arrow light; he took the wood again, And she at heels pursued him with a Dart Into the wood.— Ah sorrowful beginning, I fear, I fear a sad conclusion.
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Leaue leaue Aminta This thy vniuſt deſpaire: I know her well; And 'twas her baſhfulneſſe, not cruelty, That made her runne away ſo faſt from thee. Ah that my onely friend muſt be Diſpaire, Seeing that onely Hope hath bredd my ruyne: And yet it would be breeding in my breſt Againe, and bid me liue; when, what can bee A greater ill to ſo great miſery, Then ſtill to liue, but to be ſtill vnhappy? Why liue yet, liue with thy vnhappines; And beare it for thy greater happines When the time comes; think what thou lately ſaw'ſt In the faire naked one, and let that ſerue thee For a reward ſufficient for thy hope, And make thee in loue with life. 'Twas not enough For loue, and fortune, that I was before, So wretched, as I ſcarſly could be more; But that I muſt be ſhew'd (t'augment my ill) Part of my bliſſe, yet go without it ſtill. Muſt I be then the Rauen, and ſiniſter Relater of ſo bitter newes? O wretched, Wretched Montano; ah what wilt thou do, When thou ſhalt heare the ſad, and killing ſtory Of thy owne only Siluia? poore olde man, Moſt hapleſſe father of a hapleſs childe; Ah now no father. I doe heare a ſad Lamenting voyce. I heare the name of Siluia, That ſtrikes mine eare, and my heart through at once; But who is't names her? 'Tis I thinke the Nimphe Nerina, ſhee whom Dian loues ſo well, That has ſo liuely eyes, and louely hands, And ſo becomming a behauiour. Yet he ſhall know it; and go gather vp Th'vnhappy reliques, (if yet any be;) Ah Siluia Siluia, O accurſed fate. Ay mee, what meanes this Nimph? what ſay's ſhee? Daphne? Nerina? what's the matter that thou nam'ſt Siluia ſo oft, and ſigh'ſt at eu'ry word? There's cauſe enough Daphne; ah too too much. Ay mee I feele, I feele my breſt ſo full Of yce, my breath halfe ſtopt; liues ſhee, or no? Tell vs all, tell the worſt Nerina. O heau'n, Muſt I be then th'vnhappy' hiſtorian? And yet it's fit I tell my ſad tale out. Silu'ia ſtarnak'd (whereof yee know perhaps The cauſe) came to our houſe, where being clad, Shee afterward deſir'd me I would goe A hunting with her, as it was before Appointed, to the Groue of Okes, (for ſo The place yee know is call'd;) I did agree; And onn we went, and found there many Nimphes Gath'red together; not farr off, behold Ruſheth a huge Wolfe foorth, whoſe yawning iawes Foam'd with a bloudy froth; Siluia then neare him Let flie a ſhaft at him; and in his head The arrow light; he tooke the wood againe, And ſhee at heeles perſu'd him with a Dart Into the wood.— Ah ſorrowfull beginning, I feare, I feare a ſad concluſion.