{"id":235,"date":"2002-12-08T18:18:21","date_gmt":"2002-12-08T22:18:21","guid":{"rendered":"\/?p=235"},"modified":"2002-12-08T18:18:21","modified_gmt":"2002-12-08T22:18:21","slug":"poetry-corner","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/?p=235","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Corner"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Now winter nights enlarge<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;The number of their hours,<br \/>\nAnd clouds their storms discharge<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;Upon the airy towers.<br \/>\nLet now the chimneys blaze,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;And cups o&#8217;erflow with wine;<br \/>\nLet well-tuned words amaze<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;With harmony divine.<br \/>\nNow yellow waxen lights<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;Shall wait on honey Love;<br \/>\nWhile youthful revels, masks, and courtly sights<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;Sleep&#8217;s leaden spells remove.<\/p>\n<p>This time doth well dispense<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;With lovers&#8217; long discourse.<br \/>\nMuch speech hath some defense<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;Though beauty no remorse.<br \/>\nAll do not all things well:<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;Some measures comely tread,<br \/>\nSome knotted riddles tell,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;Some poems smoothly read.<br \/>\nThe Summer hath his joys,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;And Winter his delights.<br \/>\nThough Love and all his pleasures are but toys,<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;They shorten tedious nights.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211;Thomas Campion<\/p>\n<p>(<b>Update:<\/b> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.cinderellabloggerfeller.blogspot.com\">Cinderella<\/a> points out that this, like many Elizabethan poems, was meant to be sung, and provides <a href=\"http:\/\/www.luminarium.org\/renlit\/winter.htm\">a link<\/a> to the music, also written by Campion. I would rather hear it recited, but the fact that so many Elizabethan poems were written as songs partly accounts for the remarkably sensitive meters of such masters as Campion, Dowland, Nashe and Morley.) <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Now winter nights enlarge &nbsp;&nbsp;The number of their hours, And clouds their storms discharge &nbsp;&nbsp;Upon the airy towers. Let now the chimneys blaze, &nbsp;&nbsp;And cups o&#8217;erflow with wine; Let well-tuned words amaze &nbsp;&nbsp;With harmony divine. Now yellow waxen lights &nbsp;&nbsp;Shall wait on honey Love; While youthful revels, masks, and courtly sights &nbsp;&nbsp;Sleep&#8217;s leaden spells remove. <a href='https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/?p=235' class='excerpt-more'>[&#8230;]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-235","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general","category-1-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/235","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=235"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/235\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=235"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=235"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=235"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}