Addressing A Sonnet on Seeing the Fairest Lady F Doing Glasswork That is true beauty: that doth argue you To be divine and borne of heavenly seed: - SPENSER O Heavenly Beauty! Hold me by Thine Hand, And Burn with Azure Flames; so disappears My Firmness, Passion glowing. Yet Cast your Fears Aside. My Tenderness Invites Thee to Bend, Turn, Draw, Ingraft, Pierce, Wound with Bough, and Tend My Flesh. Then Cold, Deforme'd, Brittle wears Ungrateful This, yet Willing Thee, and Sears Inside, despite no Heat: It seems no Fend. But Kindle That again, me Kindly Warm In Love, and so my Vitreous Mind Inspire With Sweet Cool Air and Kisses: Thus Reform My Straightness, Clarity, Strength, and Desire. 'Tis Just Quaint Art to Make my Shape Conform Within the Eyes that Quench all ire by Fire. H. G. C. First Draft on Thursday, April 13, 2006. TO BE PUBLISHED SHORTLY. --- The idea for this sonnet was conceived on a beautiful Thursday afternoon at lab while I doing one somewhat mechanical experiment and looking at a fair lady nearby working on glass. Similar treatments of theme and conceit may be traced back to John Donne and Edward Taylor in their religious verse. Glass-processing, in short, is done first by making the softened glass (by heating with flame) into the shape desired. Then to prevent strain in the product due to rash cooling, annealing must apply by heating under lower temperature and blowing. This is my first attempt to the Petrarchan pattern. [Author's Note] --- 看到有需要文章的时候，也想起我好一阵子也没 po 了，於是就把最近修订的十四行诗 分享给大家，给大家看看不太一样的。 --

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