Tasso, Torquato / Reynolds, Henry · published 1628 · first performed or written 1628 (Annals) pastoral T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.78 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
DEath, there is no need of thee: Love alone, and Constancy Are enough (without thy Dart) To tire upon an honest heart. Yet so hard is not the way To Love's fame, as many say; For Loan no price but love regards; And with itself, itself rewards. And oft in seeking it, is found Glory that lives, when we are under ground. NOw may the wind upon his wings bear hence All ill may happen thee; together with Th'accursed news so lately spread of thee. Thou art alive (the gods be thanked forted) And even but now I did believe thee dead; So had Nerina painted to the life Thy late hap; but I would she had been dumb, Or some that heard her deaf. Indeed I scaped So narrowly, as I believe she might Full well suppose me dead. Suppose she might Yet not have told it with such certainty. But tell me prithee how thou didst escape The danger so. Why I in following A Wolf into the wood, had thickt with him So far, till I at length had lost his tract; And as I stood thinking to turn again Back as I went, I spied him, and I knew him By ' a shaft that stuck in's head near to his ear, Which I not long before had shot at him: He was accompanied with many more, About the body of some beast new slain; But what beast 'twas I knew not; the same Wolf I think knew me so well, that on he made Towards me with his head besmeared with blood. I boldly stood, and bend a Dart at him, And when I thought his distance fit for me, I threw, but (whether it was fortunes fault Or mine) I missed him, as thou knowst I use Not oft to do; he fiercer than before Rushes upon me; and was come so near, That I, (my shafts now spent) found it too late To trust my bow, and took me to my heels: Away Tranne; he followed me as fast. See now my hap; a veil that I had tied My hair withal, was half undone, and flew At the wind's pleasure loosely, that at length 'Thad wound itself about a bough; I felt That somewhat stayed me; but the fear I had, Redoubled so my strength, that though the bough Did all it could to hold me, I broke lose; And as I left my veil behind, I left Part of my hair withal; and so had fear Lent my feet wings, that I outwent the Wolf, And came safe from the wood; when turning home I met thee thus amazed, and am no less Amazed myself to see thee so. Ay me Thou liv'st, 'tis well, would all were well beside. What ail'st thou? prithee art thou sorry then That I'm alive? No; that thou liv'st I'm glad; But for an others death I must be sad. How's this? for whose death? Why Aminta's death.
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T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.775 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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DEath, there is no neede of thee: Loue alone, and Conſtancie Ar enough (without thy Dart) To tyre vpon an honeſt heart. Yet ſo hard is not the way To Loues fame, as many ſay; For Lone no price but loue regards; And with it ſelfe, it ſelfe rewards. And oft in ſeeking it, is found Glory that liues, when we are vnder ground. NOw may the winde vpon his wings beare hence All ill may happen thee; together with Th'accurſed newes ſo lately ſpread of thee. Thou art aliue (the gods be thanked fort't) And eu'n but now I did beleeue thee dead; So had Nerina painted to the life Thy late hap; but I would ſhee had bin dumbe, Or ſome that heard her deafe. Indeede I ſcap'd So narrowly, as I beleeue ſhee might Full well ſuppoſe me dead. Suppoſe ſhe might Yet not haue tolde it with ſuch certainty. But tell me pre'thee how thou didſt eſcape The danger ſo. Why I in following A Wolfe into the wood, had thickt with him So farr, till I at length had loſt his track; And as I ſtood thinking to turne againe Back as I went, I ſpide him, and I knew him By' a ſhaft that ſtuck in's head neere to his eare, Which I not long before had ſhot at him: He was accompany'd with many more, About the body of ſome beaſt new ſlaine; But what beaſt 'twas I knew not; the ſame Wolfe I thinke knew me ſo well, that on he made Towards me with his head beſmear'd with bloud. I bouldly ſtood, and bent a Dart at him, And when I thought his diſtance fit for me, I threw, but (whether it was fortunes fault Or mine) I miſt him, as thou know'ſt I vſe Not oft to do; he fiercer then before Ruſheth vpon me; and was come ſo neere, That I, (my ſhafts now ſpent) found it too late To truſt my bowe, and tooke me to my heeles: Away Tranne; he follow'd me as faſt. See now my hap; a vaile that I had ty'de My haire withall, was halfe vndone, and flew At the windes pleaſure looſely, that at length 'Thad wound it ſelfe about a bough; I felt That ſomewhat ſtay'd me; but the feare I had, Redoubled ſo my ſtrength, that though the bough Did all it could to hold me, I broke looſe; And as I left my vaile behinde, I left Part of my haire withall; and ſo had feare Lent my feete wings, that I out-went the Wolfe, And came ſafe from the wood; when turning home I met thee thus amaz'd, and am no leſſe Amaz'd my ſelfe to ſee thee ſo. Ay mee Thou liu'ſt, 'tis well, would all were well beſides. What ayl'ſt thou? pre'thee art thou ſory then That I'm aliue? No; that thou liu'ſt I'm glad; But for an others death I muſt be ſad. How's this? for whoſe death? Why Aminta's death.