Poem fractal

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Were thy heart soft, as Thou art faire

by Henry King

0.0067 + 0.1337i

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False Poets and True

by Thomas Hood

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Were thy heart soft, as Thou art faire

by Henry King

Were thy heart soft, as Thou art faire,
Thou wert a wonder, past compare.
But frozen Love and feirce Disdaine
By their Extreames thy Graces staine.
Cold coynesse quenches the still fires
Which glowe in Lovers' warme desires;
And scorne, like the quick Light'ning's blaze,
Darts Death against affection's gaze.
O Heavens, what prodigy is this
When Love in Beauty buryed is!
Or that Dead Pitty thus should bee
Tomb'd in a Living Cruelty.

False Poets and True

by Thomas Hood

TO WORDSWORTH

Look how the lark soars upward and is gone,
Turning a spirit as he nears the sky!
His voice is heard, but body there is none
To fix the vague excursions of the eye.
So, poets' songs are with us, tho' they die
Obscured, and hid by death's oblivious shroud,
And Earth inherits the rich melody
Like raining music from the morning cloud.
Yet, few there be who pipe so sweet and loud
Their voices reach us through the lapse of space:
The noisy day is deafen'd by a crowd
Of undistinguished birds, a twittering race;
But only lark and nightingale forlorn
Fill up the silences of night and morn.

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