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ENG LYRIC POETRY.pdf - STIBA Malang

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CAROLINE AMUSEMENTS<br />

empowered Puritanical culture responsible for (in the eyes of royalists) making<br />

a winter of festive celebration itself by officially abolishing the observance of<br />

Christmas by order of December 19, 1644. 58 And the seasoning is tonal as<br />

well: laudatory, elegiac, wry, spontaneous, Spartan. Beginning with the<br />

underlying Aesopic tale reported in Caxton (and elsewhere) of the aristocratic<br />

grasshopper who sings in the summer but fails to store up corn for the winter,<br />

the ode braids together a range of classical gestures and allusions to achieve a<br />

powerfully complex response to the experience of being ousted. When<br />

Lovelace begins,<br />

Oh thou that swing’st upon the waving haire<br />

Of some well-filled Oaten Beard,<br />

Drunke ev’ry night with a Delicious teare<br />

Dropt thee from Heav’n, where now th’ art reard,<br />

we sense in the longing apostrophe a poet who could be great without always<br />

being very good. Since the poem is not long, and, as critical commentary<br />

attests, central to any evaluation of Lovelace, 59 I quote the remaining nine<br />

stanzas:<br />

2<br />

The Joyes of Earth and Ayre are thine intire,<br />

That with thy feet and wings dost hop and flye;<br />

And when thy Poppy workes thou dost retire<br />

To thy Carv’d Acorn-bed to lye.<br />

3<br />

Up with the Day, the Sun thou welcomst then,<br />

Sportst in the guilt-plats of his Beames,<br />

And all these merry dayes mak’st merry men,<br />

Thy selfe, and Melancholy streames.<br />

4<br />

But ah the Sickle! Golden Eares are Cropt;<br />

Ceres and Bacchus bid good night;<br />

Sharpe frosty fingers all your Flowr’s have topt,<br />

And what sithes spar’d, Winds shave off quite.<br />

5<br />

Poore verdant foole! and now green Ice! thy Joys<br />

Large and as lasting, as thy Peirch of Grasse,<br />

Bid us lay in ’gainst Winter, Raine, and poize<br />

Their flouds, with an o’reflowing glasse.<br />

6<br />

Thou best of Men and Friends! we will create<br />

A Genuine Summer in each others breast;<br />

128

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