"I've Banish'd Her for ever from my Breast, / Banish'd the Proud Invader of my Rest, / Banish'd the Tyrant Author of my Woes, / That robb'd my Soul of all it's Sweet Repose."
— Gould, Robert (b. 1660?, d. in or before 1709)
Work Title
Place of Publication
London
Date
1682, 1683, 1709
Metaphor
"I've Banish'd Her for ever from my Breast, / Banish'd the Proud Invader of my Rest, / Banish'd the Tyrant Author of my Woes, / That robb'd my Soul of all it's Sweet Repose."
Metaphor in Context
At length from Love's vile Slave'ry I am free,
And have regain'd my Ancient Liberty:
I've shook the Chains off which my Bondage wrought,
Am free as Air, and unconfin'd as Thought:
For faithless Silvia I no more adore,
Kneel at her Feet, and Pray in Vain no more:
No more my Verse her Beauties shall proclaim,
And with soft Praises Celebrate her Name.
Her Eyes their usual Lustre cease to bear,
At least, to me, there seems no Lustre there;
Her Frowns no more can cause, or Kindness cure Despair.
I've Banish'd Her for ever from my Breast,
Banish'd the Proud Invader of my Rest,
Banish'd the Tyrant Author of my Woes,
That robb'd my Soul of all it's Sweet Repose:
Not all her Treach'rous Arts, Bewitching Wiles,
Quick-heaving Sighs, or soft deluding Smiles,
Shall my Eternal Resolution move,
Or make me think, discourse, or dream of Love:
The Whining Curse I've rooted from my Mind,
And with it, all Regard of Womankind.
Come then, my Muse, and since th'Occasion's fair,
Against that Sex proclaim perpetual War,
Which may renew as still my Verse is read,
And Live when I am mingl'd with the Dead.
And have regain'd my Ancient Liberty:
I've shook the Chains off which my Bondage wrought,
Am free as Air, and unconfin'd as Thought:
For faithless Silvia I no more adore,
Kneel at her Feet, and Pray in Vain no more:
No more my Verse her Beauties shall proclaim,
And with soft Praises Celebrate her Name.
Her Eyes their usual Lustre cease to bear,
At least, to me, there seems no Lustre there;
Her Frowns no more can cause, or Kindness cure Despair.
I've Banish'd Her for ever from my Breast,
Banish'd the Proud Invader of my Rest,
Banish'd the Tyrant Author of my Woes,
That robb'd my Soul of all it's Sweet Repose:
Not all her Treach'rous Arts, Bewitching Wiles,
Quick-heaving Sighs, or soft deluding Smiles,
Shall my Eternal Resolution move,
Or make me think, discourse, or dream of Love:
The Whining Curse I've rooted from my Mind,
And with it, all Regard of Womankind.
Come then, my Muse, and since th'Occasion's fair,
Against that Sex proclaim perpetual War,
Which may renew as still my Verse is read,
And Live when I am mingl'd with the Dead.
Categories
Provenance
Searching in HDIS (Poetry)
Citation
At least 7 entries in ESTC (1682, 1683, 1685, 1686, 1690, 1709, 1710).
See Love Given O're: or, a Satyr Against the Pride, Lust, and Inconstancy, &c. of Woman. (London: Printed for Andrew Green, 1682). <Link to ESTC>
See also Love Given Over: Or, A Satyr Against the Pride, Lust, and Inconstancy, &c. of Woman (London: Printed for W. Lewis, 1709). <Link to Google>
Text from The Works of Mr. Robert Gould: In Two Volumes. Consisting of those Poems [and] Satyrs Which were formerly Printed, and Corrected since by the Author; As also of the many more which He Design'd for the Press. Publish'd from his Own Original Copies., 2 vols. (London: Printed for W. Lewis, 1709).
See Love Given O're: or, a Satyr Against the Pride, Lust, and Inconstancy, &c. of Woman. (London: Printed for Andrew Green, 1682). <Link to ESTC>
See also Love Given Over: Or, A Satyr Against the Pride, Lust, and Inconstancy, &c. of Woman (London: Printed for W. Lewis, 1709). <Link to Google>
Text from The Works of Mr. Robert Gould: In Two Volumes. Consisting of those Poems [and] Satyrs Which were formerly Printed, and Corrected since by the Author; As also of the many more which He Design'd for the Press. Publish'd from his Own Original Copies., 2 vols. (London: Printed for W. Lewis, 1709).
Date of Entry
01/09/2012
