Inexorable more than the blast of wintertide…

Inexorable more than the blast of wintertide

To the frostwort newborn, which unclad shows its infantile head;

Which the taxless autocrat cleeps from head, all prayers denied,

And sooner than cradled quickens the newling to the gravebed:

Sudden in the invade like a catastrophe,

From up his rising like a poor-laid sedition,

As evil no propulsion begs, but itself itself drives on,

And winkles out peace to do her outrage, in her canopy;

The hobbledehoy, Love, lets off his reed at me though forbid;

And, struck, leav’st me unclewn like stubbornness by tax new betid!

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‘Tis a rum spirit which summons our powers

To more than we may compass, and beguiling heeded,

Oft find we nip more than our powers are call’d to, than needed;

As like minute minutes convoke them largely unto hours:

As when a man dreams him slain ‘pon a road somewither,

Yet, waken, cannot resolve but sets forth thither;

Wherefrom sojourn’d, repairs safely home and braves the thing threatening

That ruin foreboded, and make tender forth a new sweeting;

Like such I am champion of the wench’s chested jewel hight,

That but sprawl’d like valleys did bend to my favour such great height!

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Monarchy, shunning his stool where he stoops, hoists up his regard;

Thus you Venus yours enamour’d of a scapegrace most froward!

 




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By Sydney Chesterfield on September 16, 2016 · Posted in Braindrops On Yellow Leaves, Literary, Poetry, Trends

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