Literary Movements Overview . References to Use. Metaphysical Poetry. 1600s Instead of an outward outpouring of love (Renaissance Romance), metaphysical poetry ponders the introspective aspects of love, death, war, God More realistic about love and sex
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Instead of an outward outpouring of love (Renaissance Romance), metaphysical poetry ponders the introspective aspects of love, death, war, God
More realistic about love and sex
Difficult and obscure with philosophical strains
Wit, Irony, Paradox (Metaphysical WIP)
Pairing of 2 seemingly opposites to make point
Shifts in proportions/scale
Break down fancy devices and difficult lines to reveal a cliché.
TRUTH through IRONY, CONCEITS, SCALE SHIFTS
Relationships and their uneasiness (with other humans and with God)
Death and its effects on thought and perspective
As virtuous men pass mildly away,And whisper to their souls to go,Whilst some of their sad friends do say, The
breath goes now, and some say, No:
So let us melt, and make no noise,No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;'Twere profanation of our joysTo tell the laity our love.
Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears,Men reckon what it did, and meant;But trepidation of the spheres,Though greater far, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers' love(Whose soul is sense) cannot admitAbsence, because it doth removeThose things which elemented it.
But we, by a love so much refined Thatourselves know not what it is,Inter-assurèd of the mind,Care less eyes, lips and hands to miss.
Our two souls therefore, which are one,Though I must go, endure not yetA breach, but an expansion,Like gold to airy thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so As stifftwin compasses are two;Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no showTo move, but doth, if th' other do.
And though it in the center sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam,It leans, and hearkens after it,And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run;Thy firmness makes my circle just,And makes me end where I begun.
Death be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,Rest of their bones, and soulesdeliverie.Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
MY mind was once the true surveyOf all these meadows fresh and gay,And in the greenness of the grassDid see its hopes as in a glass ;When JULIANA came, and she,What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.
But these, while I with sorrow pine,Grew more luxuriant still and fine,That not one blade of grass you spied,But had a flower on either side ; 10When JULIANA came, and she,What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.I
Unthankful meadows, could you soA fellowship so true forego,And in your gaudy May-games meet,While I lay trodden under feet?When JULIANA came, and she,What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me ?
But what you in compassion ought,Shall now by my revenge be wrought ; 20And flowers, and grass, and I, and all,Will in one common ruin fall ;For JULIANA comes, and she,What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.
And thus, ye meadows, which have beenCompanions of my thoughts more green,Shall now the heraldry becomeWith which I shall adorn my tomb ;For JULIANA came, and she, [30What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.