Thursday, January 9, 2014

A Lover's Complaint

FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this double epitome accorded, And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale; Ere big espied a fickle maid full pale, Tearing of papers, faulting ring a-twain, Storming her world with sorrows wind and rain. Upon her head a platted stack out of straw, Which fortified her visage from the sun, Whereon the thought might think erstwhile(prenominal) it aphorism The carcass of beauty spent and d one and only(a): date had non scythed entirely that youth begun, Nor youth all quit; but, nastiness of heavens fell rage, slightly beauty peepd through lattice of seard age. ofttimes did she heave her napkin to her eyne, Which on it had conceited characters, Laundering the ingenious figures in the brine That seasond woe had pelleted in tears, And often discipline what content it bears; As often shrieking undistinguishd woe, In clamours of all size, both high and low. Sometimes her levelld eyes their carriage ride, As they did outpouring to the spheres intend; Sometime diverted their poor balls are tied To the orbed commonwealth; sometimes they do extend Their suck right on; anon their gazes lend To every prat at once, and, nowhere fixd, The mind and circle distractedly commixd.
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Her hair, nor unaccented nor tied in formal plat, Proclaimd in her a perfunctory hand of pride For some, untuckd, descended her sheaved hat, Hanging her pale and pined cheekiness beside; Some in her threaden fillet still did bide, And true to manacles would not abatemen t from thence, Though slackly braided in lo! ose negligence. A thousand favours from a maund she drew Of amber, crystal, and of beaded jet, Which one by one she in a river threw, Upon whose weeping margent she was set up; Like usury, applying wet to wet, Or monarchs hands that let not bounty fall Where fate cries some, but where excess begs all. Of folded schedules had she more a one, Which she perused, sighd, tore, and gave the flood; Crackd many a ring of posied...If you want to make up a full essay, order it on our website: OrderCustomPaper.com

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