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The cross blue lightning seem'd to open
The breast of heaven.
Things, that love night,
Love not such nights as these: the wrathful skies
Gallow the very wanderers of the dark,
And make them keep their caves: Since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never
Remember to have heard: man's nature cannot carry The affliction, nor the fear.
Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish;
A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon't that nod unto the world,
And mock our eyes with air: Thou hast seen these signs;
They are black vesper's pageants.
That, which is now a horse, even with a thought,
The rackt dislimns: and makes it indistinct,
As water is in water.
My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is
Even such a body: here I am Antony;
Yet cannot hold this visible shape.
Yon gray lines,
That fret the clouds, are messengers of day.
Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
* Scare, or frighten.
§ Avant couriers. French.
And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land;
If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea,
What ribs of oak, when mountains melt* on them,
Do but stand upon the foaming shore,
The chilling billow seems to pelt the clouds;
The wind-shaked surge, with high and monstrous main,
Seems to cast water on the burning bear,t
And quench the guards of th' ever-fixed pole:
I never did like molestation view
On the enchafed flood.
The yesty waves
Confound and swallow navigation up.
The moon shines bright :-In such a night as this,
In such a night,
Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew;
In such a night,
Stood Dido with a willow in her hand
Upon the wild sea-banks, and waved her love
To come again to Carthage.
In such a night,
Medea gather'd the enchanted herbs,
* Meet would probably be better.
Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
In strange eruptions: oft the teeming earth
By the imprisoning of unruly wind
Within her womb; which for enlargement striving, Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down Steeples and moss-grown towers.
A red morn, that ever yet betoken'd Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field, Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds, Gust and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.
I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd,
The violets now
That strew the green lap of the new-come spring.
An envious sneaping* frost,
That bites the first-born infants of the spring.
The pleached bower,
Where honeysuckles, ripen'd by the sun,
Forbid the sun to enter; like favourites,
Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
That same dew, which sometime on the buds
This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty frieze, buttress, Nor coigne of vantage, but this bird hath made His pendant bed, and procreant cradle: Where they Most breed and haunt, I have observed, the air Is delicate.
The year growing ancient,
Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth
Of trembling winter.
This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Unto our gentle senses.
Go, bind thou up yon dangling apricocks,
†The eye of a flower is the technical term for its centre. Convenient corner.
Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight:
Cut off the heads of too-fast-growing sprays,
Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees;
All superfluous branches
We lop away, that bearing boughs may live.
Behold the earth hath roots;
Within this mile break forth a hundred springs :
I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
Here's flowers for you:
Hot lavender, mint, savory, marjoram;
The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun,
*The greater cowslip.