[Line: 4 _1647_ 'They both unite and join'. But Miss Guiney's
suspicion that 'forms' may be a misprint obviously shows
forgetfulness of the philosophical sense of the word =
'ideas', 'immortal parts'. Cf. Spenser, 'For soul is _form_'.]
[Line: 6 by] _1647_ 'and'--perhaps better.]
[Line: 12 _1647_ 'Our lips, not tongues, each other's thoughts
betray'. (Miss Guiney's copy seems to have '_our_ tongues',
which cannot be right.)]
[Line: 15 for I] and I _1647_.]
[Line: 17 dearest] _1647_ 'Doris'. This is the second time
(_v. sup._, p. 126) that poor Doris has been disestablished.]
_Apollo and Daphne._
GARCILASSO MARINO.
When Phoebus saw a rugged bark beguile
His love, and his embraces intercept,
The leaves, instructed by his grief to smile,
Taking fresh growth and verdure as he wept:
'How can', saith he, 'my woes expect release,
When tears the subject of my tears increase!'
His chang'd, yet scorn-retaining Fair he kiss'd,
From the lov'd trunk plucking a little bough;
And though the conquest which he sought he miss'd,
With that triumphant spoil adorns his brow. 10
Thus this disdainful maid his aim deceives:
Where he expected fruit he gathers leaves.
[_Apollo and Daphne._] Why Garcilasso I do not know.
Marini's name was Giambattista.]
[Line: 6 The first 'tears' certainly looks odd, and Miss
Guiney conjectures 'leaves'. But the ways of Marinism are not
thus. Apollo's tears _watered_ the laurel and so made it
grow. His tears increased their subject, the vapid vegetable
substitute for Daphne's flesh and blood.]
_Speaking and Kissing._
The air, which thy smooth voice doth break,
Into my soul like lightning flies;
My life retires whilst thou dost speak,
And thy soft breath its room supplies.
Lost in this pleasing ecstasy,
I join my trembling lips to thine;
And back receive that life from thee,
Which I so gladly did resign.
Forbear, Platonic fools, t' inquire
What numbers do the soul compose!
No harmony can life inspire,
But that which from these accents flows.
[_Speaking and Kissing._] This is _smarter_ than
Stanley's usual style.]
_The Snow-ball._
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