Margaret Cavendish, Duchess of Newcastle-upon-Tyne (1623 – 15 December 1673) was an English aristocrat and a prolific writer. Born Margaret Lucas, she was the youngest sister of prominent royalists Sir John Lucas and Sir Charles Lucas. She became an attendant of Queen Henrietta Maria and travelled with her into exile in France, living for a time at the court of the young King Louis XIV. She became... more »
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Margaret Cavendish Poems
A World made by Atomes
Small Atomes of themselves a World may make, As being subtle, and of every shape: And as they dance about, fit places finde,
Of Fire and Flame
ALthough we at a distance stand; if great The Fire be, the Body through will heat. Yet those sharpe Atomes we do no perceive;
Death is the cook of Nature; and we find Meat dressèd several ways to please her mind. Some meats she roasts with fevers, burning hot,
A warr with Atomes.
SOme factious Atomes will agree, combine, They strive some form'd Body to unjoyne. The Round beate out the Sharpe: the Long
IF Atomes all are of the selfe same Matter; As Fire, Aire, Earth, and Water: Then must their severall Figures make all Change
WHY Earth's not apt to move, but slow and dull, Is, Atomes flat no Vacuum hath but full. That Forme admits no empty place to bide
If Infinite Worlds, Infinite Centers.
If Infinites of Worlds, they must be plac'd At such a distance, as between lies waste. If they were joyned close, moving about,
THE reason, why Aire doth so equall spred, Is Atomes long, at each end ballanced. For being long, and each end both alike,
Of the Subtlety of Motion.
COuld we the severall Motions of Life know, The Subtle windings, and the waies they go:
The Infinites of Matter
If all the World were a confused heape, What was beyond? for this World is not great: We finde it Limit hath, and Bound,
All things last, or dissolve, according ...
THose Atomes loosely joyn'd, do not remaine So long as those, which Closenesse do maintaine. Those make all things i'th World ebb, and flow;
A World made by foure Atomes.
SHarpe Atomes Fire subtle, quicke, and dry, The Long, like Shafts still into Aire fly. The Round to Water moist, (a hollow Forme,)
Motion is the Life of all things.
As darknesse a privation is of Light; That's when the Optick Nerve is stopt from Light: So Death is even a cessation in
What Atomes make Vegetables, Mine-rals, ...
THE Branched Atomes Formes each Planted thing, The hooked points pull out, and makes them spring,
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A World made by Atomes
Small Atomes of themselves a World may make,
As being subtle, and of every shape:
And as they dance about, fit places finde,
Such Formes as best agree, make every kinde.
For when we build a house of Bricke, and Stone,
We lay them even, every one by one:
And when we finde a gap that's big, or small,
We seeke out Stones, to fit that place withall.
For when not fit, too big, or little be,
They fall away, and cannot stay we see.
So Atomes, as they dance, finde places fit,
They there remaine, lye close, and fast will sticke.
Those that unfit, the rest that rove...