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Pleasure and Pain

by Richard Monckton Milnes

0.2441 − 0.0069i

Drawing the boundary…

Hidden Flame

by John Dryden

0.2415 + 0.0166i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Pleasure and Pain

by Richard Monckton Milnes

Who can determine the frontier of Pleasure?
Who can distinguish the limit of Pain?
Where is the moment the feeling to measure?
When is experience repeated again?

Ye who have felt the delirium of passion—
Say, can ye sever its joys and its pangs?
Is there a power in calm contemplation
To indicate each upon each as it hangs?

I would believe not;— for spirit may languish
While sense is most blest and creation most bright;
And life may be dearer and clearer in anguish
Than ever was felt in the throbs of delight.

See the Fakèer as he swings on his iron,
See the thin Hermit that starves in the wild;
Think ye no pleasures the penance environ,
And hope the sole bliss by which pain is beguiled?

No! in the kingdoms those spirits are reaching,
Vain are our words the emotions to tell;
Vain the distinctions our senses are teaching,
For Pain has its Heaven and Pleasure its Hell!

Hidden Flame

by John Dryden

I feed a flame within, which so torments me
That it both pains my heart, and yet contents me:
Tis such a pleasing smart, and I so love it,
That I had rather die than once remove it.

Yet he, for whom I grieve, shall never know it;
My tongue does not betray, nor my eyes show it.
Not a sigh, nor a tear, my pain discloses,
But they fall silently, like dew on roses.

Thus, to prevent my Love from being cruel,
My heart's the sacrifice, as 'tis the fuel;
And while I suffer this to give him quiet,
My faith rewards my love, though he deny it.

On his eyes will I gaze, and there delight me;
While I conceal my love no frown can fright me.
To be more happy I dare not aspire,
Nor can I fall more low, mounting no higher.

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