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Andrew Marvell


Soul.   O, WHO shall from this dungeon raise
A soul enslaved so many ways ?
With bolts of bones, that fettered stands
In feet, and manacled in hands ;
Here blinded with an eye, and there
Deaf with the drumming of an ear ;
A soul hung up, as 'twere, in chains
Of nerves, and arteries, and veins ;
Tortured, besides each other part,
In a vain head, and double heart ? 

O, who shall me deliver whole,
From bonds of this tyrannic soul ?
Which, stretched upright, impales me so
That mine own precipice I go ;
And warms and moves this needless frame,
(A fever could but do the same),
And, wanting where its spite to try,
Has made me live to let me die
A body that could never rest,
Since this ill spirit it possessed.

What magic could me thus confine
Within another's grief to pine ?
Where, whatsoever it complain,
I feel, that cannot feel, the pain ;
And all my care itself employs,
That to preserve which me destroys ;
Constrained not only to endure
Diseases, but, what's worse, the cure ;
And, ready oft the port to gain,
Am shipwrecked into health again.

But Physic yet could never reach
The maladies thou me dost teach ;
Whom first the cramp of hope does tear,
And then the palsy shakes of fear ;
The pestilence of love does heat,
Or hatred's hidden ulcer eat ;
Joy's cheerful madness does perplex,
Or sorrow's other madness vex ;
Which knowledge forces me to know,
And memory will not forego ;
What but a soul could have the wit
To build me up for sin so fit ?
So architects do square and hew
Green trees that in the forest grew.

Marvell, Andrew.The Poems of Andrew Marvell.
G. A. Aitken, Ed. London: Lawrence & Bullen, 1892.43-44.

AND MORE OF: Andrew Marvell

The following is of my kind of  Poésies Influentes this started with my infatuation of a Andrew Marvell's work from the 17th Century's English elite class.

Living In One Dictating Reality:

Northeastern United States, Summer 2007

September, 2007Purity By Geo. E. Burks.


What a strange event settings!?

A petition to return to the dominion of Zion against all beckonings by our fares and expenses in these trials times?

And made with no reference to a resourcefulness kind?


That stern of our sired grace was a bellowing flare

From the root with no spared expense there,

And not by the relevances from your concentrated affairs,

That was found in this wilderness,

that you assembled and had adjures,

among these marvels of discovered worlds.


There and how! Such contempt lingering in restraint!?

Our orders!!? our laws!!?

How can such a prominent star mistook us logs and specks as an effect that can shine toward that most high guile

Such as that heavenly dwell is what we climb for light in these wilderness places .


Here!! Here!

Even my gross conduct has sharpen, though I felt ripe for their glorious presences.


Calm such esteem, my good soul,

Our reports of our adversaries resentfulness against our host generous fair trades of their land's earthly patrons

And the production has proven our conduct as consistently sound for the gracious rule

That is with our intuitive grace that is the best of not possible worlds

As like of their own's glorious perfected wholes and differing manners  

Which is not unlike our adversaries' paces which we recessed into our dust

And done so, without any other's quests at haste or for any address save the rise and wake of our own.

Voice from the public room's airs:

His traps wears like our old elders' perspectives from our trusted word, O' Lord.




O' my soul and O' this honored trust, do you find this convenant over my head a shame of glory or hath our grossed yields proven an expected mettle as their serving Lord?

The voice broaden the room settings and joined the others under the roof as their hosts' Lord graced the booths as the commons' shares that evidently revives the host's glorious place by its  venues' repasting vibrant verses and others made psaltries as the resound.

Another man voice coming from the booths:

He thinks we are surmised with the daily takes from the challenging ills' fouls that shown no given favors to any man or woman passages.

He must learn his presences and his concerns remain and are all we can see and measure.

Man to Soul:

I can allotted a new place for that just suspicion, by my fair passing,

Its no discomfort for I, myself to shift with the winds of vanity,

And allowing these new patronages a new center, that is of faith's not nature way for my own wills


Let the host's lordly claims stand well true mortal, for their future posts and entitlements. 

And we will have a heart's desires to secure,

And that joy's will outshines all of this land's host's earthly deserving glories!!!


Hmmm... Of course, and to leave the vain victories as a glorious grant for an another fare repast of their indelible repose's with all the rest for ractifying in their futures' trust.

And for I, myself and my own desires once again must not tarry until after we return to our Zion estate.

Whatever the stakes occurring by the interests we flared here in this host's convenants must carry the concerns of our many generational wills,

To summon as and reform in well with their's future lords, kings and possible of our high eminence of afar's hopefuls.


Such a blest privileges to become measured for such nature's forms known.


Here! Here! and always allowed our selfishness to honor our faithfulness' not grace,

So the adversary's vice would never broaden beyond the clashing. 

Then the man smiles with a shine in his eyes that were pleasing for all souls witnessing by congregation,

And the motivations he known from long ago and from past wilderness ventures of all around.


Ahhhhh, Such tis life, or as may as I can might a C'est la vie!?!


Freedom for our loves and more life for all souls!! C'est le gracia

Another man in the booth where the man rightful voice matters for the others sitting there:

How long til its over.

Another friend in that other booth:


The man who asked in other booth start laughing while saying:

That what I thought.

Here. Here.



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