"Nor longer then she has the Heart to strive; / Yielding to all th' Impressions of his Flame"
— Glanvil, John (1664-1735)
Author
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for Bernard Lintot, J. Osborn and T. Longman, and W. Bell
Date
1725
Metaphor
"Nor longer then she has the Heart to strive; / Yielding to all th' Impressions of his Flame"
Metaphor in Context
See, see the Gauls embattel'd on the Plain
To try new Hopes, which they shall try in vain.
Yet there's Revenge their Valour to inflame,
And former Honour too, and latter Shame.
But the weak Passion still shall stronger prove,
And shew that 'tis in War as 'tis in Love;
Where a poor Nymph (who too had vanquish'd been
When least, perhaps, she had the Fate foreseen)
Blushing and blaming her too easie Crime,
Thinks better to resist another Time;
And well perhaps she fences, and perhaps
The Lover falls, and just, and just she scapes;
But he returns, and her Alarms begin,
And soon she finds that she again must sin;
The sense of former things does quick revive,
Nor longer then she has the Heart to strive;
Yielding to all th' Impressions of his Flame,
She gives Way faster, and confirms her Shame.
Like Turn and End our ruder Struggle found:
Here lies the Gen'ral prostrate on the Ground;
There Foes presumptuous grow secure of all;
Soon undeceiv'd; he rises, and they fall.
Entellus so, rais'd from the harmless Plain,
(As Fate had meant his Hindrance for his Gain)
Urg'd with thick Strokes the Phrygian o'er the Field,
And made him feel his Refuge was to yield.
To try new Hopes, which they shall try in vain.
Yet there's Revenge their Valour to inflame,
And former Honour too, and latter Shame.
But the weak Passion still shall stronger prove,
And shew that 'tis in War as 'tis in Love;
Where a poor Nymph (who too had vanquish'd been
When least, perhaps, she had the Fate foreseen)
Blushing and blaming her too easie Crime,
Thinks better to resist another Time;
And well perhaps she fences, and perhaps
The Lover falls, and just, and just she scapes;
But he returns, and her Alarms begin,
And soon she finds that she again must sin;
The sense of former things does quick revive,
Nor longer then she has the Heart to strive;
Yielding to all th' Impressions of his Flame,
She gives Way faster, and confirms her Shame.
Like Turn and End our ruder Struggle found:
Here lies the Gen'ral prostrate on the Ground;
There Foes presumptuous grow secure of all;
Soon undeceiv'd; he rises, and they fall.
Entellus so, rais'd from the harmless Plain,
(As Fate had meant his Hindrance for his Gain)
Urg'd with thick Strokes the Phrygian o'er the Field,
And made him feel his Refuge was to yield.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "impression" and "heart" HDIS (Poetry)
Citation
Text from Poems: Consisting of Originals and Translations. By John Glanvil (London: Printed for Bernard Lintot ... J. Osborn and T. Longman ... and W. Bell, 1725).
Date of Entry
05/16/2005
