The poems of George Daniel ... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes |
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ODE XXIX.
[This Dullnes is improper to the Day]
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This Dullnes is improper to the Day;And I am Sad, not in a common way;
My Fancie, Darke as night,
And fixéd; all the Light
Of Reason fled;
And I am dead
Vnto my selfe; I seeke
A Thousand waies to breake
The Cloud which doth involve me, and invade
With a strange Mist, the little light I had.
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I cannot speake what I would strive to say,And what I most would doe, I most delay;
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Or rather I thinke nought
Which can be knowne;
I'me not my owne
Disposer to the poore
Follies of everie howre;
And common Things I can noe more intend,
Then grave Designes; but from all purpose bend.
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How am I Stupid? How below my thought?Am I to Sottishnes and nothing brought?
I doe not breath as once,
But closed in Ignorance
I seeme to dwell,
As in a Shell;
Where my close-breathing tires
My Lungs, in oft respires;
And fainting, all my Spirrits loose their vse:
Why am I choack'd? why am I stifled thus?
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