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Romantic Melancholy
The attempt to find some correspondence between reality and the kind of idealised life the romantics espoused
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No, no, go not to the Lethe, neither twist
Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew berries.
Nor let the beetles, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the drowsy owl
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;
For shade to shade will come to drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
She dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against him palate fine;
His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
- John Keats I Ode to Melancholy
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Oh, dragon twin in the protection of gold you stand,
But not even the golden can save you from what is at hand.
Queenly green spins spool of titian thread,
Your years to come are seeped with dread.
Union between drowned and flame,
doomed to bring years of shame to your name.
Eyes of ignorance shall judge your sadness,
They shall claim it as sign of madness.
Tessarion's gift is the sight of dragon,
Thy must be wary of those whose tongue is laden.
Vēsperzys understands the gift of dream,
Set to save you from the clutches of queenly schemes.
Spin their tales but try as they might
Reborn through ashes of his crystalline flight.
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