tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218632591044917166.post4941517726172784644..comments2015-02-19T19:19:14.951-08:00Comments on Blueray's ramblings: The big debateBluerayDevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972875874549016236noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218632591044917166.post-75497514063594099642009-01-14T10:18:00.000-08:002009-01-14T10:18:00.000-08:00SoulO Who shall, from this Dungeon, raiseA Soul in...Soul<BR/>O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise<BR/>A Soul inslav'd so many wayes?<BR/>With bolts of Bones, that fetter'd stands<BR/>In Feet ; and manacled in Hands.<BR/>Here blinded with an Eye ; and there<BR/>Deaf with the drumming of an Ear.<BR/>A Soul hung up, as 'twere, in Chains<BR/>Of Nerves, and Arteries, and Veins.<BR/>Tortur'd, besides each other part,1<BR/>In a vain Head, and double Heart.<BR/><BR/>Body<BR/>O who shall me deliver whole,<BR/>From bonds of this Tyrannic Soul?<BR/>Which, stretcht upright, impales me so,<BR/>That mine own Precipice I go;<BR/>And warms and moves this needless Frame:<BR/>(A Fever could but do the same.)<BR/>And, wanting where its spight to try,<BR/>Has made me live to let me dye.<BR/>A Body that could never rest,<BR/>Since this ill Spirit it possest.<BR/><BR/>Soul<BR/>What Magic could me thus confine<BR/>Within anothers Grief to pine?<BR/>Where whatsoever it complain,<BR/>I feel, that cannot feel, the pain.<BR/>And all my Care its self employes,<BR/>That to preserve, which me destroys:<BR/>Constrain'd not only to indure<BR/>Diseases, but, whats worse, the Cure:<BR/>And ready oft the Port to gain,<BR/>Am Shipwrackt into Health again.<BR/><BR/>Body<BR/>But Physick yet could never reach<BR/>The Maladies Thou me dost teach;<BR/>Whom first the Cramp of Hope does Tear:<BR/>And then the Palsie Shakes of Fear.<BR/>The Pestilence of Love does heat :<BR/>Or Hatred's hidden Ulcer eat.<BR/>Joy's chearful Madness does perplex:<BR/>Or Sorrow's other Madness vex.<BR/>Which Knowledge forces me to know;<BR/>And Memory will not foregoe.<BR/>What but a Soul could have the wit<BR/>To build me up for Sin so fit?<BR/>So Architects do square and hew,<BR/>Green Trees that in the Forest grew.<BR/><BR/><I>A Dialgue Between The Soul and Body, A. Marvell</I>Joah Menjouhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16834231380436289664noreply@blogger.com