Words that
transcend
poor shepherd's skill ;
But he e'er since my songs does fill.
But he e'er since my songs does fill.
Marvell - Poems
Near this, a fountain's liquid bell
Tinkles within the concave shell.
DAMON.
Might a soul bathe there and be clean,
Or slake its drought ?
CLORINDA.
What is't you mean ?
DAMON.
Clorinda, pastures, caves, and springs,
These once had been enticing things.
CLORINDA.
And what late chan«:e ?
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Pan met mo.
or MARVELL. 4'3
DAMON.
The other day
OLORINDA.
What did great Pan say ?
DAMON.
Words that transcend poor shepherd's skill ;
But he e'er since my songs does fill.
And his name swells my slender oat.
CLOBINDA.
Sweet must Pan sound in Damon'is note.
DAMON.
Clorinda's voice might make it sweet.
CLORINDA.
Who would not in Pan's praises meet ?
CHORUS.
Of Pan the flowery pastures sing,
Caves echo, and the fountains ring.
Sing then while he doth us inspire ;
For all the world is our Pan's quire.
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44 THE POEMS
A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE SOUL AND
BODY.
SOUL.
O who shall from this dungeon raise
A soul enslaved so many ways ?
With bolts of bones, that fettered stands
In feet, . and manacled in hands ;
Here blinded with an eye, and there
Deaf with the drumming of an ear ;
A soul hung up, as 'twere, in chains
Of nerves, and arteries, and veins ;
Tortured, besides each other part,
In a vain head, and double heart ?
