"I call not you!--for, oh, your callous bosoms / Fell Dissipation steels, and robs your minds / Of the sweet energies bestow'd by Heaven."
— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)
Work Title
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed by T. Spilsbury, for L. Davis, T. Longman, J. Dodsley, T. Cadell, W. Owen
Date
1780
Metaphor
"I call not you!--for, oh, your callous bosoms / Fell Dissipation steels, and robs your minds / Of the sweet energies bestow'd by Heaven."
Metaphor in Context
OH, ye! whose sympathetic hearts are form'd
To woe responsive, and whose trem'lous nerves
Vibrate to Sorrow's mournful airs--attend!
Not you, ye gay! not you, ye vacant crouds!
Who labour through the pleasures of the world,
Nor feel existence when they cease t'impel;
I call not you!--for, oh, your callous bosoms
Fell Dissipation steels, and robs your minds
Of the sweet energies bestow'd by Heaven:
But, come, ye few! who love the lonely hour;
Who know the sense refin'd, the charming agony,
Which Pity gives the hallow'd hearts she fills;
To you I call! oh, come, and trace with me
(Whilst glitt'ring Hesperus holds high his torch)
The mazy windings of yon solemn wood.
Behold the lawn, which opens on the left,
With crocus border'd, aromatic thyme,
And ev'ry fragrant shrub that tempts the bee
Down from the liquid air, to bathe in sweets.
(pp. 1-2)
To woe responsive, and whose trem'lous nerves
Vibrate to Sorrow's mournful airs--attend!
Not you, ye gay! not you, ye vacant crouds!
Who labour through the pleasures of the world,
Nor feel existence when they cease t'impel;
I call not you!--for, oh, your callous bosoms
Fell Dissipation steels, and robs your minds
Of the sweet energies bestow'd by Heaven:
But, come, ye few! who love the lonely hour;
Who know the sense refin'd, the charming agony,
Which Pity gives the hallow'd hearts she fills;
To you I call! oh, come, and trace with me
(Whilst glitt'ring Hesperus holds high his torch)
The mazy windings of yon solemn wood.
Behold the lawn, which opens on the left,
With crocus border'd, aromatic thyme,
And ev'ry fragrant shrub that tempts the bee
Down from the liquid air, to bathe in sweets.
(pp. 1-2)
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Citation
Only 1 entry in ECCO and ESTC (1780).
The Maid of Arragon; a Tale: by Mrs. Cowley. Part I. (London: Printed by T. Spilsbury, for L. Davis, T. Longman, J. Dodsley, T. Cadell, W. Owen, [and 8 others in London], 1780). <Link to ESTC><Link to ECCO-TCP>
The Maid of Arragon; a Tale: by Mrs. Cowley. Part I. (London: Printed by T. Spilsbury, for L. Davis, T. Longman, J. Dodsley, T. Cadell, W. Owen, [and 8 others in London], 1780). <Link to ESTC><Link to ECCO-TCP>
Date of Entry
04/28/2014
