"So crowds of anxious Thoughts on ev'ry side, / Invade my Soul."
— Ayres, Philip (1638-1712)
Author
Work Title
Date
1687
Metaphor
"So crowds of anxious Thoughts on ev'ry side, / Invade my Soul."
Metaphor in Context
Now angry Juno sends from Heaven in spight
Rivers and Seas, instead of moderate showres:
Horror invests the World, and the bright Hours
Of Delos God, are chang'd to dismal Night.
So crowds of anxious Thoughts on ev'ry side,
Invade my Soul, and through my restless Eyes,
I shed such streams of Tears, my Heart e'en tryes
Death's pangs, whilst I by force in Life abide.
But the brisk Gales, which rising by and by,
Where Sol at night in Thetis Lapp shall ly,
Will make Heaven clear, and drive away the Rain.
Ah Cynthia! That the blasts of Sighs I vent,
Could ease my Breast of cloudy Discontent,
Which still with fresh Assaults renews my Pain.
Rivers and Seas, instead of moderate showres:
Horror invests the World, and the bright Hours
Of Delos God, are chang'd to dismal Night.
So crowds of anxious Thoughts on ev'ry side,
Invade my Soul, and through my restless Eyes,
I shed such streams of Tears, my Heart e'en tryes
Death's pangs, whilst I by force in Life abide.
But the brisk Gales, which rising by and by,
Where Sol at night in Thetis Lapp shall ly,
Will make Heaven clear, and drive away the Rain.
Ah Cynthia! That the blasts of Sighs I vent,
Could ease my Breast of cloudy Discontent,
Which still with fresh Assaults renews my Pain.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "soul" and "crowd" in HDIS (Poetry)
Date of Entry
03/07/2006
Date of Review
06/01/2010
