Tasso, Torquato / Reynolds, Henry · published 1628 · first performed or written 1628 (Annals) pastoral T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.62 · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I am content to'assist thee'in seeking him, But talk (for heaven's sake) of this death no more. Alas wee'ue had too much of that before. Till now I'ue lived only unto myself, And my own wayward humour: for the rest, I vow it all to'Aminta; and if to him I may not, I'll live yet to his cold carcase, Till I have done it the last obsequies: So long I may; longer I will not live. But Shepherd set me in the way (I pray) Unto the valley at the high hills foot. There of'at hand 'tis, and not far from hence. I'll go along and guide thee, for I well Remembered. Farewell Shepherds, Nymphs farewell; Farewell woods, fields, and flocks; farewell, farewell. This maiden speaks me thinks in such a strain, As if she went ne'er to return again. Love; thou reioyn'st what Death unbinds? (Thou friend of Peace but she of Blood;) Yet thou her Triumphs over raignest; And in uniting gentle minds, Makest Earth so heavenly an abode, As thou to dwell among us daynest: Thou smoothest the rugged hearts of men; And inward rancours drivest away (Great prince of happy peace;) and when Mild breasts are troubled, dost allay Their woes; and by thy working strange, Framst of things mortal, an eternal change. Doubtless the laws where with Love governeth His Empire evermore, are neither hard To follow, nor unjust; and those his works Which many men do condemn wrongfully, Are full of providence, and mystery, Lo with what art, And by how many unknown ways, he leads His votaries unto their happiness; And placeth them among the highest joys And pleasures of his amorous Paradise, When oftentimes they feel themselves sunk down even to the very bottom of all ills. Behold Aminta with his headlong fall, Aspires unto the top of all delight; O happy ' Aminta; and so much the more Happy now, as unfortunate before. This thy example makes me hope no less, That once at last my lovelesse fair (that covers Under those friendly smiles, such cruelty) Will with true pity heal the wounds, that she Hath with her feigned pity made in me. Yond is the reverend Elpine; and me thinks Speaks of Aminta ' as if he were alive, Calling him happy, blessed, and fortunate, Ah hard condition of unhappy lovers; He belike counts him fortunate, that dies For love, and is beloved (when he is dead) Of her he loved so well; and this he calls The paradise of love; O with how light And poor rewards the winged Love-god contents His servants. Art thou (Elpine) then indeed In such a pitiful estate, as that Thou canst term fortunate, the miserable Death of the poor Aminta? and wouldst thou So far thy life to love's subjection bow, And undergo the like fate?
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473 words · 649 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.622 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T10 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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I am content to'aſsiſt thee'in ſeeking him, But talke (for heau'ns ſake) of this death no more. Alas wee'ue had too much of that before. Till now I'ue liu'd only vnto my ſelfe, And my owne wayward humor: for the reſt, I vowe it all to'Aminta; and if to him I may not, I'le liue yet to his colde carkaſs, Till I haue done it the laſt obſequies: So long I may; longer I will not liue. But Shepherd ſet me in the way (I pray') Vnto the valley at the high hills foote. There O'that hand 'tis, and not far from hence. I'le goe along and guide thee, for I well Remember't. Farwell Shepherds, Nimphes farwell; Farwell woods, fields, and flocks; farwell, farwell. This mayden ſpeakes me thinkes in ſuch a ſtraine, As if ſhee went nere to returne againe. LOue; thou reioyn'ſt what Death vnbinds? (Thou freind of Peace but ſhee of Bloud;) Yet thou her Triumphes ouer raigneſt; And in vniting gentle mindes, Mak'ſt Earth ſo heau'nly an abode, As thou to dwell among vs dayneſt: Thou ſmooth'ſt the rugged hearts of men; And inward rancors driu'ſt away (Great prince of happy peace;) and when Milde breaſts are troubled, do'ſt allay Their woes; and by thy working ſtrange, Framſt of things mortall, an eternall change. DOubtleſſe the lawes where with Loue gouerneth His Empire euermore, are neither hard To follow, nor vniuſt; and thoſe his workes Which many men do condemne wrongfully, Are full of prouidence, and miſtery, Lo with what art, And by how many vnknowne waies, he leades His votaries vnto their happineſſe; And placeth them among the higheſt ioyes And pleaſures of his amorous Paradiſe, When oftentimes they feele themſelues ſunk downe Eu'ne to the very bottome of all ills. Behold Aminta with his headlong fall, Aſpires vnto the top of all delight; O happy' Aminta; and ſo much the more Happy now, as vnfortunate before. This thy example makes me hope no leſſe, That once at laſt my loueleſſe faire (that couers Vnder thoſe freindly ſmiles, ſuch cruelty) Will with true pitty heale the wounds, that ſhee Hath with her fained pittie made in me. Yon is the reu'rend Elpine; and me thinkes Speakes of Aminta' as if he were aliue, Calling him happy, bleſt, and fortunate, Ah hard condition of vnhappy louers; He belike counts him fortunate, that dyes For loue, and is belou'd (when he is dead) Of her he lou'de ſo well; and this he calls The paradiſe of loue; O with how light And poore rewards the wing'd Loue-god contents His ſeruants. Art thou (Elpine) then indeed In ſuch a pittifull eſtate, as that Thou canſt terme fortunate, the miſerable Death of the poore Aminta? and wouldſt thou So farr thy life to loues ſubiection bowe, And vndergoe the like fate?