+1 if you like poetry.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Beauty sat bathing by a spring by Anthony Munday




Beauty sat bathing by a spring
Where fairest shades did hide her;
The winds blew calm, the birds did sing,
The cool streams ran beside her.
My wanton thoughts entic'd mine eye
To see what was forbidden:
But better memory said, fie!
So vain desire was chidden.
Hey nonny, nonny, |&c.|

Into a slumber then I fell,
When fond imagination
Seemed to see, but could not tell
Her feature or her fashion.
But even as babes in dreams do smile,
And sometime fall a-weeping,
So I awak'd, as wise this while
As when I fell a-sleeping.
Hey nonny, nonny, |&c.|

Anthony Munday Anthony Munday and Civic Culture: Theatre, History and Power in Early Modern London 1580-1633

How this work makes me feel:
like taking a nap and going into a lucid dream. and staying there lol.
Posted by at
Labels: , ,

22 comments:

  1. Suciô SanchezJanuary 20, 2011 at 4:02 PM

    Probably sound better if you're strumming a lute. I'll break out my ukulele.

    ReplyDelete
  2. ZakkJanuary 20, 2011 at 4:14 PM

    I like it, the only thing about it is when you rhymed 'her' with 'her'

    but that's my only complaint. :)

    ReplyDelete
  3. David MacaulayJanuary 20, 2011 at 4:32 PM

    I like this - in fact anything tht will make me think of spring...

    ReplyDelete
  4. DooJanuary 20, 2011 at 4:49 PM

    Really nice :)

    ReplyDelete
  5. IsaacJanuary 20, 2011 at 6:56 PM

    Pretty chill poem I liked it

    ReplyDelete
  6. BobbyJanuary 20, 2011 at 6:56 PM

    I would have to agree with your assessment.

    Don't forget to check and support often your local information hot-spot lifeformation.blogspot.com! An important tidbit of information was released today.

    ReplyDelete
  7. 1904 BloggerJanuary 20, 2011 at 7:13 PM

    very nice

    i wish i was better at lucid dreaming so i could do how you feel, makes me feel the same

    ReplyDelete
  8. G345tJanuary 20, 2011 at 7:26 PM

    Its odd that he knew of the baeuaty yet neither her form or fashion. Suggesting that beauty is to be found inward and not with the exterior.

    ReplyDelete
  9. AnonymousJanuary 20, 2011 at 8:59 PM

    I just woke up from a nap and a dream! Great poem :D

    ReplyDelete
  10. VaporJanuary 20, 2011 at 11:33 PM

    Hey nonny indeed

    ReplyDelete
  11. RebeccaJanuary 21, 2011 at 10:55 AM

    very peaceful

    ReplyDelete
  12. BartJanuary 21, 2011 at 11:53 AM

    not bad, not bad at all.

    ReplyDelete
  13. BENJanuary 21, 2011 at 12:10 PM

    oh hai there! :)
    thefitmuscle.blogspot.com
    following you!

    ReplyDelete
  14. FASHIONABLE PRISJanuary 21, 2011 at 12:17 PM

    amazing poem!! thanks so much for your super sweet comment on my blog!

    xxx

    Pris

    www.fashionablepris.blogspot.com

    ReplyDelete
  15. Drew BriskiJanuary 21, 2011 at 1:44 PM

    very nice post. This makes me almost want to post my poetry.

    ReplyDelete
  16. UnknownJanuary 21, 2011 at 2:38 PM

    A very nice poem. Reminds me of a picnic. Following!

    Cooking blog:
    http://theproatcooking.blogspot.com/

    ReplyDelete
  17. SkimJimJanuary 21, 2011 at 4:13 PM

    thanks for commenting and btw, it takes me forever to find your comment button!

    ReplyDelete
  18. my day in a sentenceJanuary 21, 2011 at 5:49 PM

    I love this blog!
    Following and supporting!

    ReplyDelete
  19. poelanotexJanuary 21, 2011 at 6:01 PM

    really good

    ReplyDelete
  20. BrightviewJanuary 21, 2011 at 10:10 PM

    Really nice. Keep it up.

    ReplyDelete
  21. MRanthropeJanuary 22, 2011 at 10:55 AM

    I like your interpretation of the poem, except I don't ever usually remember my dreams =/

    ReplyDelete
  22. level85nerdJanuary 22, 2011 at 12:23 PM

    Like it, very beautiful! :) keep it up!

    ReplyDelete

thanks for your support!!

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)