[identity profile] aquamarcia.livejournal.com
I recently purchased Seventeenth Century Poetry: An Annotated Anthology, edited by Robert Cummings, to use in my efforts to find a poem I mentioned in a prior request post. While skimming the book I discovered a poem which, in its musical form, features very briefly in a Merrie Melodie from 1936. I Love to Singa stars Owl Jolson, a recently hatched owlet who loves to croon the song that's the title of the cartoon. His dad doesn't like jazz crooners and tries to get the wee lad to sing classical works, and the song Owl Jolson is forced to sing is the musically enhanced version of the poem below. Clips of I Love to Singa are available on YouTube if you want to hear what I'm typing.

Song: to Celia (‘Drink to me only with thine eyes’)

Drink to me only with thine eyes,
        And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
        And I’ll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
        Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,
        I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
        Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope, that there
        It could not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
        And sent’st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
        Not of itself, but thee.

by Ben Jonson, published in 1616
[identity profile] xoynotsmilexo.livejournal.com
On My First Son by Ben Johnson

Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy.
Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay,
Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.
O, could I lose all father now! For why
Will man lament the state he should envy?
To have so soon 'scaped world's and flesh's rage,
And, if no other misery, yet age?
Rest in soft peace, and asked, say, "Here doth lie
Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry,
For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such
As what he loves may never like too much."
[identity profile] redheartleaf.livejournal.com
Come, My Celia

Come, my Celia, let us prove
While we may, the sports of love;
Time will not be ours forever;
He at length our good will sever.
Spend not then his gifts in vain.
Suns that set may rise again;
But if once we lose this light,
'Tis with us perpetual night.
Why should we defer our joys?
Fame and rumor are but toys.
Cannot we delude the eyes
Of a few poor household spies,
Or his easier ears beguile,
So removed by our wile?
'Tis no sin love's fruit to steal;
But the sweet theft to reveal.
To be taken, to be seen,
These have crimes accounted been.

Jonson, Ben. The Forest. 1616.

Ben Jonson (1572-1637) was an English Jacobean dramatist, lyric poet, and literary critic who is generally regarded as the second most influential English dramatist behind William Shakespeare. Surprisingly, Jonson's formal education was brief. He worked as a bricklayer and a soldier in Netherlands before returning to England, where he wrote for Philip Henslowe -- the leading impresario for the public theater. Jonson's reputation was established with the successful presentation of "The Masque of Blackness" at court in 1605. Jonson's major comedies expressed a cynicism toward his current way of life, often by pointing out its follies and vices. Jonson is credited with transforming character dramatization in the comedy of the Restoration, and for influencing the scores of playwrights who would follow him. He served as the first Poet Laureate of England from 1619 to 1637.

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