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Aphra Behn (1640-1689) Song from Abdelazar
Love in fantastic triumph sat, Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow'd, For whom fresh pains he did create, And strange tyrannic power he shew'd; From thy bright eyes he took his fire, Which round about in sport he hurl'd; But 'twas from mine he took desire Enough to undo the amorous world. From me he took his sighs and tears, From thee his pride and cruelty; From me his languishments and fears, And every killing dart from thee; Thus thou and I the God have arm'd, And set him up a Deity; But my poor heart alone is harm'd, Whilst thine the victor is, and free.
ON DESIRE by: Aphra Behn HAT art thou, oh! thou new-found pain? From what infection dost thou spring? Tell me -- oh! tell me, thou enchanting thing, Thy nature, and thy name; Inform me by what subtle art, What powerful influence, You got such vast dominion in a part Of my unheeded, and unguarded, heart, That fame and honour cannot drive ye thence. Oh! mischievous usurper of my peace; Oh! soft intruder on my solitude, Charming disturber of my ease, That hast my nobler fate pursued, And all the glories of my life subdued. Thou haunt'st my inconvenient hours; The business of the day, nor silence of the night, That should to cares and sleep invite, Can bid defiance to thy conquering powers. Where hast thou been this live-long age That from my birth till now,
malicious sprite. or human power did thee create In me. though youth assailed. in lonely bowers: On flowery beds where lovers wishing lie. Have searched and sought thee everywhere. Begot by some soft thought that faintly strove. nor vows could thee awake. that dost dilate Thy mighty force through every part. When shining honour did invite? When interest called.to desire. Nor sigh could fan thee to a fire. Invites the youths and wins the virgins too. Tell me. Where beauty prostrate lay and fortune wooed. tormenter. even there. Not the soft play that lovers make. For thee this languishment I wear. What god. till now. Not beauty could invite thee then Nor all the hearts of lavish men! Not all the powerful rhetoric of the tongue Not sacred wit could charm thee on. Thou peevish phantom thou wert nice and coy. In courts I sought thee then. My heart insensible to neither bowed: Thy lucky aid was wanting to prevail. In sheltering woods where sighing maids To their assigning shepherds hie. this kind disguise? Or the false offspring of mistaken love. by love. In silent groves. And found to whom thou dost thy being owe. by all their powers. With the bright piercing beauties of Lysander's eyes? Yes. Nor to my aid one kind propension brought. Yet there. oh. then thou wert shy. Or charm my soul with the uneasy rage That made it all its humble feebles know? Where wert thou. Not pleading tears. Nor wouldst inspire one tender thought. Oft I've conjured thee to appear By youth. Interest did all the loving business do. When Princes at my feet did lie. . Or if by chance some heart the empire own (Ah power ingrate!) the slave must be undone. When thou couldst mix ambition with my joy. And hide their bushes in the gloom of shades. 'Tis thou the blushes dost impart.Thou never cloudst one thought engage. unfacile heart? Art thou some welcome plague sent from above In this dear form. thou nimble fire. I have found thee now. Or warm the unformed something -. yes. thy proper sphere But thou in crowds were stifled there.
youth that gives the wound Informs you. Oh tell me. to thaw the virgin ice. And while your young adorers lie All languishing and hopeless at your feet. Some dear. In vain. Raising new trophies to your chastity. Oh! tell me you. And though with virtue I the world perplex. when e'er I speak. which my soul do please and vex. Oh! would you but confess the truth. And the fierce calenture remove? Tell me. How 'tis you hid the kindling fire. It is not real virtue makes you nice: But when you do resist the pressing youth. So Helen while from Theseus’ arms she fled. As in the sanctified abodes Misguided worshippers approve The mixing idol with their gods. But now I've found your feebles on my own. Thy conscious fire is mingled with my love. how you do remain discreet? How you suppress the rising sighs. For superstitions will survive. That can its burning feverish fits control. in love. all your virtue's but a cheat And honour but a false disguise. that exchange desire. some secret. By what strange arts you cure the soul. 'Tis want of dear desire.'Tis thou that tremblest in my heart When the dear shepherd does appear. From me the needful fraud you cannot hide. I faint. And veil your passions in your pride. Though 'tis a mighty power must move The soul to this degree of love. philosophers. ON HER LOVING TWO EQUALLY by: Aphra Behn . Purer religion to perplex. To charming Paris yields her heart and bed. alas! in vain I strive With errors. Deceive the foolish world -. Lysander finds the weakness of my sex. I die with pleasing pain.deceive it on. ye fair ones. Your modesty a necessary bait To gain the dull repute of being wise. And the soft yielding soul that wishes in your eyes? While to th' admiring crowd you nice are found. My words intruding sighing break When e'er I touch the charming swain When e'er I gaze.
While the bright nymph betrays us to the swain. would plead Thou tempts us with the image of the maid. . Cure then. Thou beauteous wonder of a different kind.I. thou mighty winged god. I am lost. Damon gains nothing but my scorn. While that may serve to lessen my constraint. When so much beauteous woman is in view. In pity to our sex sure thou wert sent. Nor could Alexis powerful prove. and die. IMAGINED MORE THAN WOMAN by: Aphra Behn AIR lovely maid. O Cupid. Or that of my Alexis. or if that title be Too weak. And without blushes I the youth pursue. wilt thou take? If Damon's. Without my Damon's aid. But when Alexis I do miss. Soft Cloris with the dear Alexis joined. But if it chance they both are by. too feminine for nobler thee. TO THE FAIR CLARINDA. II. OW strongly does my passion flow. Then I for Damon sigh and mourn. and yet be innocent: For sure no crime with thee we can commit. to gain my love. Divided equally 'twixt two? Damon had ne'er subdued my heart. One golden-pointed dart take back: But which. Had not Alexis took his part. For both alike I languish. that gathers fairest flowers believes A snake lies hid beneath the fragrant leaves. lovely charming youth. Against thy charms we struggle but in vain With thy deluding form thou giv'st us pain.thy form excuses it. That we might love. This restless fever in my blood. This last will justify my soft complaint. WHO MADE LOVE TO ME. And let me call thee. For who. sigh. When e'er the manly part of thee. III. all my hopes are crossed. Permit a name that more approaches truth. Or if we should -. When my Alexis present is.
While we the noblest passions do extend The love to Hermes. A Congratulatory Poem by Arphra Behn While my sad Muse the darkest Covert Sought. A thousand beauties have betray'd. While thus She lay resolv'd to tune no more Her fruitless Songs on Brittains Faithless Shore. Without the hell. and her Queen. were well receiv'd. Whilst Mourning Eccho now forgot her Sighs. To give a loose to Melancholy Thought. Nature dwelt here as in disdain of Day: Content. A lone retreat. Aphra Behn A Thousand Martyrs A thousand martyrs I have made. Maria! Blest Maria! was the Theam. a New Face put on. With Murmering Osiers fring'd. Loud Sounds of Joy that Jo Peans Sung. The triumphs. Loves pleasures only touched my heart. and Pleas'd with Nobler Solitude. the Glade allows. All on a suddain thro' the Woods there Rung. and Shelly Trumpets take: And the surprising News along the Shore. And what they wish is soon believ'd. All sacrificed to my desire. nor Loves did here Intrude. And while I thus at random rove Despise the fools that whine for Love. and bending Willows Crown'd. though false. Aphrodite the friend. Nor Nests for wanton Birds. Fawns. No Wood-Gods. Great Brittains happy Genius. Scarce the soft Winds were heard amongst the Boughs. And though I talked of wounds and smart. All things in Nature. on Thames's Brink she found. without pain or toil. And sung the new taught Anthem to the Skyes. Alone the glory and the spoil I always laughing bore away. In raptur'd Songs the wondring Virgins bore. . and sighing with the Heavy Weight Of an Unhappy dear Lov'd Monarch's Fate. Thames with Harmonious Purlings glides along. the heav'n of joy. The River Nimphs their Crystal Courts forsake. And fixed the wild and wandering thought. The fair are pleased to give us pain. Thro' the thick Shade cou'd dart no Chearful Ray. The untamed heart to hand I brought. I never vowed nor sighed in vain But both. Curl their Blew Locks. That languish in resistless fire. Opprest.
Or all the Sun it self e're saw before. No Opposition stops her Glorious Course. No longer waits the Lasie teeming Hours. too feebly pleads.And tells her Ravisht Banks. she lately bore A Prize more great than all her hidden Store. All Hail Illustrious Daughter of a King. The Muses all upon this Theam Divine. as dangerous are: . Inspir'd My Genious with new Life and Flame. From every thought a New-born Reason came Which fortifyed by bright Maria's Fame. And saw the World its eager Homage pay. And constant wishing did increase my Power. A thousand Beauties Triumph in your Air.but Just with Honour too. But Oh! your Form and Manner to relate. Sullen with Stubborn Loyalty she lay. and Young. VVhose Eyes beyond your scantier Power give Laws. And to th'Ungarded Hearts. Her pointed Beams thro' all a passage find. The Change in so Divine a Form perswades. Like those of soft Young Loves your Smiles appear. Nor to secure your Empire needs more Arms Than your resistless. And thou. Shining without. Maria's Eyes Anticipate the May. Old Troy Sustain'd. and Glorious all within. To pay her Tribute at Marias Feet. the Muses all. The Envying Fair as soon may Imitate. Maria so Divine a part of You. but mine. Minerva Thus alone. She join'd her Chorus with the Throng. Let me be Just -. and justifie the Cause. Tun'd their best Lays. permit My Muse who never fail'd Obedience yet. While Heav'n and Earth on the new Scene lookt gay. Command the VVord. And to the listning Groves Marias Vertues Sung. her Fragrant Bloom sent out. And Life inspir'd beyond the God of Day. 'Tis all Engaging Sweet. Maria all Inchanting. And now I wish'd among the Crouds to Adore. Great Lord. And fix their Rays Triumphant in the Mind. 'tis all Surprising Great. But e're her time produc'd her Oderous Flowers. of all my Vows. Maria with the Sun has equal Force. But Oh! What Human Fortitude can be Sufficient to Resist a Deity? Even our Allegiance here. Gay. Resolv'd. Scattering her early Perfumes round about. and all Conquering Charms. The brooding Spring. Whilst her Blest Image with three Gods remain'd.
Till You Great Cesar's Off-spring blest our Isle. Heav'n did in this One Glorious Wonder fix. and Charms our Hearts the more. Where several Factions. And Eyes all shining with Celestial Flame. But Free and Generous your Majestick Meen. Defending of the bliss I strove to take. you Talk. and within all Saint. A Tender Mercy and True Piety. But if the Monarch in your Looks we find. Apellis thus to dress the Queen of Love. with more than Human Grace. Her force so charming was and weak.All Natures Charms are open'd in your Face. Rob'd the whole Race. Her rising breasts with nimbler motions pant. Who from the Mount with dazling brightness came. this they all must grant. Her dying eyes assume new fires. You Look. Vainly debating whom they shou'd Obey. Now to the height of languishment she grows. a Goddess to improve. And that is still it'h Right who gains the Day. no One Perfection want. 'Tis there His God-like Attributes we see. The Murmering World till now divided lay. In every Motion. Whose Awful Looks. The Births of finest Thought and Noblest Sense. . The soft resistance did betray the grant. every Part a Queen. Thus Stiff-neckt Israel in defiance stood. all that is Eloquence. Raising my rapture by her kind delay. The differing Multitudes to Reconcile. Dream. All that is Wit. dispel'd each Rebel Thought. And Vertues even sufficient to Attone For all the Ills the Ungrateful VVorld has done. And all the Lines of your great Father's Trace. And 'tis Eternal Musick when you speak. the wilde Nations brought. Behold him yet more glorious in your Mind. And to a Just Compliance. Yet if with Sighs we View that Lovely Face. A Gratious Sweetness. Thro' all no formal Nicety is seen. Affability. The by Arphra Behn All trembling in my arms Aminta lay. All that is Great and Lovely in the Sex. while we adore That Face that Awes. Your Form and Mind. While I pressed on the heaven of my desires. Without all Angel. Your Vertues should forgive. Easie and Natural from your Language break. Till they beheld the Prophet of their God. How e're they differ. several Intrests sway.
Their thoughtless Labour could no Passion move. to thy Sacred Memory. Should be those Trophies that adom thy Hearse. That come to deck thy Tomb a short-liv'd Day. Which still was panting. Me Pious Offerings. yet by my heart I knew. Till taught. like Tenures. Soft. and kiss: I waked. and the Fancy Young. at every View. mine should be Made Sacred. But. Long did the untun'd World in Ignorance stray. the true Poetick way. who by Toils of Sickness. am become Almost as near as thou art to a Tomb? While every soft. My Soul extended. nor Instruction could procure. The Wit Sublime. at the second hand. but ne're seen by Men: Darkness was o're the Muses Land displaid. and Strong. wondrous Bard. and every tender Strain Is ruffl'd. the Judgment Fine. in that Age. Then fed on nobler Panegyrick Strain. Hafl. part of it was true: Oh how I strove the rest to have believed. `Twas but a dream. by thee rescu'd from th' Egyptian Night. Numbers Seraphic! and. And even the Chosen Tribe unguided straid. Eternal. then Was only talk'd on. the Poets knew not Love: That Charming God. Such Tributes are. whose Heav'n-born Genius first My Infant Muse. Esq. With thy soft Food of Love I first began. Waller. and ill-natur'd grown with Pain. Ashamed and angry to be undeceived! On the Death of E. – Now the last mystery of Love she knows. Sure. Till. And am lnspir'd by every charming Line. my languisht Muse revives. only fit To shew from whom we hold our Right to Wit. shall I bring (Worthy thy Fame) a grateful Offering? I. Nor Pleasure. by thee. as thy own Almighty Verse. like Transitory Flowers. at thy Name. by Arphra Behn How. Producing nothing that was Great and Gay. Methought I heard the Language of a God. And a new Spark in the dull Ashes strives. Oh! ––––––––– What Inspiration. But. We sigh. and Obscure. being Consecrate to thee. like Apparitions. Whilst mine. new Raptures seiz'd my Blood. I hear thy tuneful Verse. and much larger grew: Where e're I Read. Rough were the Tracts before. . Dull. as thy Notes to Sacharissa sung. and all was done. decay. thy Song Divine.And still her looks new charms put on. The Thought Illustrious. Can an Immortal Elegic Command? Unless. and Blooming Fancy Nurst.
Who in past Ages got so great Renown. But kind and gentle the chastising stroke. but yet thy Glories more. Yet. That dear instructing Rage is now Aay'd. untir'd by Age. And give the Theme a Soul. Both were his gift. Such Wit. As piercing. the Words a Sense. ye Muses. None listning to their Heav'nly Harmony. the Noble Strephon is no more. such Beauty. The Young. And no Encouragement to Phophets shewn. didst see The very Life and Death of Poetry. and more lasting bright. and how to Write. all your loss deplore. like the Sun. pointed. Mourn. Scorning th'unthinking Crowd. which freely he bestow'd. And ne're shall rise from Deaths eternal Night. ye Muses.They now look up. or fickle Love. And. And no sharp Pen dares tell 'em how they've stray'd. dealt to the wond'ring Crowd. never grac'd their Shore. all your loss deplore. Mourn. and Love. Bold as a God was ev'ry lash he took. The Sun as soon might his vast Lustre hide. He was but lent this duller World t'irnprove In all the charms of Poetry. did still dispense thy Power. Though Fortune Elevated thee above Its scanty Gratitude. Unless when we wou'd moum his Elegie. fallen with the World. and view the God of Light. the Noble Strephon is no more. Is buried all in Strephon 's Worship'd Tomb. So rich a Prize the Stygian Gods ne're bore. His name's a Genius that wou'd Wit dispense. To disesteem the noblest Excellence. thou quit'st the Stage On the Death of the late Earl of Rochester by Arphra Behn Mourn. But oh! in vain was all his peevish Pride. Uncommon Wit that did the soul o'recome. The Fop and Cully now may be undone. But A fine thought that Ravisht when it spoke With the soft Youth eternal leave has took. Satyr has lost its Art. Large was thy Life. . The World being grown to that low Ebb of Sense. he fled quick as departing Light. And like a God. Now uninspired upon your Banks we lye. When for our great Instructor thou wert sent. Mourn. in thy Circulary Course. Scorning the little Vanity of Fame. yes. Spight of himself attain'd a Glorious name. Thou saw'st the Generous Nine neglected lie. The Young. As suffering no vicissitudes of Night. Yes. That taught them how to Love. And to Enhance the Blessing which Heav'n lent. its Sting is gone. Producing somthing wondrous every hour: And.
how sweet. Adom'd with all the Graces Heav'n e're lent. so over all They cast their fragrant scents. whom Fortune has betray'd. And known his Genius. Those Eyes that all your Arrows points inspir'd. your loss deplore. For you the humblest Votary have lost That ever your Divinities could boast. then softly fall. The soft. Lovely. put your Cyprus on. and sigh'd. Soft. and charming as his Eyes. Had he the noble wond'rous Poet seen. Bewail him then oh all ye little Loves. The Young. all ye little Gods. Mourn. Fix your fair eyes upon your victim'd Slave. Had he been to the Roman Empire known. all ye Beauties. Excellent You've laid into his early Monument. While all the scatter'd perfum'd leaves declare. Lay by the gilded Quiver and the Bow. the Charming Strephon is no more. So early Roses fade. (When Wits. Soft as his Voice. Bring Garlands all of never-dying Flow'rs. and hisjulia won. the Charming Strephon is no more. Sent Gay and Young to his untimely Grave. Bedew'd with everlasting failing Show'rs. how fair. Mourn. The last Reproacher of your Vice is dead. Too sad a Triumph of your Victories. and his Look. Those Lights that gave ye fire are now retir'd. Mourn. but short his Glorious Race. The Royal Judge had Temples rear'd to's name. In Love and Verse his Ovid he'ad out-done. The truest Swain that e're Ador'd you's gone.) He had increas'd the number of their Gods. And all his Laurels. Cold as his Tomb. your sad loss deplore. ye Beauties. and spoke. All that was Great. When great Augustus fili'd the peaceful Throne. The useless Toys can do no Mischief now.Mourn. . Recall his Meen. Mourn. and Heroes grac'd Divine abodes. Mourn. And at his feet lay the neglected Bow. and writ. all ye little Gods of Love. And let your wings encompass round his Shrine. Think how he lov'd. See where the Noble Swain Extended lies. How lovely 'twas when whole. By what dear Arts the Soul he did surprize. his Fashion. Mourn. And made him as Immortal as his Fame. Large was his Fame. and survey'd his Meen. Upon your hands your weeping Heads decline. Like young Lucretius and dy'd apace. whose Darts Have lost their wonted power of piercing hearts. pale as your Mothers Doves. In stead of Flow'rs your broken Arrows strow. ye Youths.
Virtue's unconquerable Aid That against Nature can persuade. And makes a roving Mind retire Within the Bounds of just Desire. Pleasing Delusion.Mourn. What Reason never can bestow. and Cowards bold. the charming Strephon is no more. And half the Heaven of the blest! The Willing Mistress Aphra Behn Amyntas led me to a Grove. Disease that has more Joys than Health. Down there we satt upon the Moss. And teaches airy Fops to think. Witchery divine. A many Kisses he did give: And I return'd the same Which made me willing to receive That which I dare not name. And fine'st the gross Delights of Sense. The great. . to pass The heat of all the day. unhappy World. kindles the Cold. But when the Winds that gently rise. Chearer of Age. Wont to be priz'd above all Wealth. his loss deplore. We to this useful Passion owe: Love wakes the dull from sluggish ease. And learns a Clown the Art to please: Humbles the Vain. And choakd the Glutton lies and dead. And of Tyranny complain. Though we blaspheme thee in our Pain. though it had Strove. His Charming Eyes no Aid requir'd To tell their softning Tale. It could not have betray'd us: The place secur'd from humane Eyes. Makes Misers free. Doe Kiss the yielding Boughs. Where all the Trees did shade us. And did begin to play A Thousand Amorous Tricks. On her that was already fir'd. Mourn. Thou new Spirits dost dispense. Song by Arphra Behn Oh love! that stronger art than Wine. When full brute Appetite is fed. The Sun it self. We are all better'd by thy Reign. No other fear allows. Youth's kind Unrest.
her neck. He did but Kiss and Clasp me round. 35 Each touch her new desires alarms . drawn by fire. 23 Fresh vigor to Lisander give. without respect or fear. 43 His love no modesty allows : 44 By swift degrees advancing where . 28 I cannot -. 6 The gilded planet of the day. 10But what from Cloris brighter eyes was hurled. 36 His burning trembling hand he prest 37 Upon her swelling snowy breast. 16 But not to put him back designed. and yet severe. 41 And now. 31 But he as much unused to fear. 33 The blessed minutes to improve.What would you do ? 27 My dearer honor.cease -. 38 While she lay panting in his arms. 13 She with a charming languishment 14 Permits his force. 20She wants the power to say . ev'n to you. 9 And left no light to guide the world.must not give -. 29 Or take this life whose chiefest part 30I gave you with the conquest of my heart. 32 As he was capable of love. 39 All her unguarded beauties lie 40The spoils and trophies of the enemy. 12 Silent as yielding maids' consent.'Twas Easy to prevaile. 42 He seeks the objects of his vows . 17 Rather to draw him on inclined.Ah!what do you do? 21 Her bright eyes sweet.Cease -. 19 Resistance 'tis in vain to show. 22 Where love and shame confusedly strive. 7 In his gay chariot. 24 And breathing faintly in his ear. 3 Surprised fair Cloris. made for love. her hair . 4 Who could defend her self no longer. 34 Kisses her lips. 25 She cry'd -.retire. 2 By an impatient passion swayed. that loved maid. 26 Or I'll call out -. yet gently strove. 8 Was now descending to the sea. 11 In a lone thicket. 15 Her hands his bosom softly meet.your vain desire. 5 All things did with his love conspire. 18 Whilst he lay trembling at her feet. Whilst those his thoughts Exprest: And lay'd me gently on the Ground: Ah who can guess the rest? The Disappointment Aphra Behn ONE Day the amorous Lisander.
76 And heaven all open to his view . 93 The poor Lisander in despair. 61 He saw how at her length she lay. 54 Extend themselves upon the moss. 52 Their bodies as their souls are joyned. 60But what in short-breath sighs returns and goes. 55 Cloris half dead and breathless lay. 79 But Oh ! what envying gods conspire 80To snatch his power. 49 That fountain where delight still flows. 51 Her balmy lips encountring his. 91 In this so amorous cruel strife. 94 Renounced his reason with his life: 95 Now all the brisk and active fire . 65 Abandoned by her pride and shame. 84 Faintness it slackened nerves invade: 85 In vain the enraged youth essayed 86 To call his fleeting vigour back. 74 Pleasure which too much love destroys: 75 The willing garments by he laid. 77 Mad to possess. 53 Where both in transports unconfined.45 His daring hand that altar seized. 72 Thee too transported hapless swain. 88 Excess of love his love betrayed . 92 Where love and fate were too severe. 57 Such as divides the day and night. 71 Ready to taste a thousand joys. 50 And gives the universal world response. 59 And now no signs of life she shows. and anger pleased . 89 In vain he toils. (without whose aid 82 She can no human being give) 83 It self now wants the art to live. yet leave him the desire ! 81 Nature's support. 67 Off'ring her virgin-Innocence 68 A victim to loves sacred flame . whose fires decay . 66 She does her softest joys dispence. 73 Found the vast pleasure turned to pain . 63 Her loose thin robes. 90The insensible fell weeping in his Hands. through which appear 64 A shape designed for love and play. 58 Or falling stars. 46 Where gods of love do sacrifice : 47 That awful throne. 87 No motion 'twill from motion take. 56 Her soft eyes cast a humid light. himself he threw 78 On the defenceless lovely maid. in vain commands. 62 He saw her rising bosom bare. 69 Whilst the o'er-ravished shepherd lies 70Unable to perform the sacrifice. that paradise 48 Where rage is calmed.
107 But never did young shepherdess 108 Gathering of fern upon the plain 109 More nimbly draw her fingers back. 106 That potent god. 139 Whose soft bewitching influence. 134 But those who swayed his destiny. 122 Or Daphne from the Delphick God . 110Finding beneath the verdant leaves a snake. 131 The Nymph's resentments. 135 His silent griefs. Contains all that was sweet and innocent . Gloomy Monument. 101 Cloris returning from the trance 102 Which love and soft desire had bred. 114 And cold as flowers bathed in the morning dew. 117 And strewed with blushes all her face. 126 And with her ruffled garments played. 121 Like lightning through the grove she hies. . 129 So Venus. 112 Finding that god of her desires 113 Disarmed of all his powerful fires. as Poets feign. 130With fear and haste flew o'er the fatal plain. when her love was slain. 100Or calm that rage that had debauched his love.96 That should the nobler part inflame. swell up to storms. 115 Who can the Nymph's Confusion guess ? 116 The blood forsook the hinder place. Silent. 127 Discovered in the flying maid 128 All that the gods e'er made of fair. t' instruct pursuing eyes. 120Leaving him fainting on the gloomy bed. 111 Then Cloris her fair hand withdrew. the Last of Seven that Died Before This Little. 140Had damn'd him to the hell of impotence Aphra Behn (1640-1689) Epitaph on the Tombstone of a Child. 105 Upon that fabulous Priapus. The softest pratler that e'er found a Tongue. 97 Served to increase his rage and shame. 103 Her timorous hand she gently laid 104 Or guided by design or chance. his fate. his stars. 123 No print upon the grassie road 124 She leaves. 137 He cursed his birth. 98 And left no spark for new desire : 99 Not all her naked charms could move. 138 But more the Shepherdess's charms. 125 The wind that wantoned in her hair. none but I 132 Can well imagine or condole: 133 But none can guess Lisander's soul. 136 And not one god his fury spares. 118 Which both disdain and shame exprest : 119 And from Lisanders arms she fled.
Spread their gay wings before the Throne. retir'd to rest in Heaven . .His Voice was Musick and his Words a Song . Fair as young Cherubins. Such pretty Harmonies compose the Spheres. and smile. Which now each List'ning Angel smiling hears. Wanton as unfledg'd Cupids. as soft and kind. And tho translated could not be refin'd . ere their Charms Has learn'd the little arts of doing harms . Toil'd here on Earth. Where they the shining Host of Angels fill. The Seventh dear pledge the Nuptial Joys had given.
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