"You wish'd those Thoughts in bloody Ink were shrouded"
— Harington, John (1627-1700)
Author
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for William Crook
Date
1684
Metaphor
"You wish'd those Thoughts in bloody Ink were shrouded"
Metaphor in Context
Most Noble Lord, in Answer to your Lines
Be these exchang'd, where loving Pity shines;
As wretched Love quite darkned Yours, o're-clouded:
You wish'd those Thoughts in bloody Ink were shrouded,
Drawn from the Breast (since Love's prime part doth shew)
As true Blood form'd that Heart portray'd below,
Kind Token sent, and sure I am mine own,
(Like Pearl-returns) were mix'd with Tears, o'reflown:
Since having long transferr'd my gentle Heart,
Lodg'd close by Yours, it needs must share in smart,
Mourn, sympathize. Nor can those Kingly Rayes
So blind my view, or Titles gaudy blaze
(Crown'd Queen) transform my Thoughts, so pow'rful prove,
That I should lose my self, forget your Love.
For were I 'twixt those Royal Arms in Bed,
On Marriage-night, with Shades environed,
Sighs breath'd I should think of Philantor there:
Souls still may joyn, tho Bodies parted were.
I Subject am and Daughter both, o'resway'd
By strange Command, each claims Obedient Maid:
Yet, tho to other bound, shall ever be
What's here subscrib'd, to th' height: prove really
Be these exchang'd, where loving Pity shines;
As wretched Love quite darkned Yours, o're-clouded:
You wish'd those Thoughts in bloody Ink were shrouded,
Drawn from the Breast (since Love's prime part doth shew)
As true Blood form'd that Heart portray'd below,
Kind Token sent, and sure I am mine own,
(Like Pearl-returns) were mix'd with Tears, o'reflown:
Since having long transferr'd my gentle Heart,
Lodg'd close by Yours, it needs must share in smart,
Mourn, sympathize. Nor can those Kingly Rayes
So blind my view, or Titles gaudy blaze
(Crown'd Queen) transform my Thoughts, so pow'rful prove,
That I should lose my self, forget your Love.
For were I 'twixt those Royal Arms in Bed,
On Marriage-night, with Shades environed,
Sighs breath'd I should think of Philantor there:
Souls still may joyn, tho Bodies parted were.
I Subject am and Daughter both, o'resway'd
By strange Command, each claims Obedient Maid:
Yet, tho to other bound, shall ever be
What's here subscrib'd, to th' height: prove really
Categories
Provenance
Searching "ink" and "thought" in HDIS (Poetry)
Citation
The Grecian Story: Being an Historical Poem, in Five Books. To which is Annex'd the Grove: Consisting of Divers Shorter Poems Upon Several Subjects (London: William Crook, 1684).
Date of Entry
03/27/2005
