
Aphra Behn
Love Armd
Love in Fantastique Triumph satt,
Whilst bleeding Hearts around him flow'd,
For whom Fresh pains he did create,
And strange Tryanic power he show'd;
Song “Cease cease Aminta to complain”
SE, cease,
Aminta, to complain, Thy languishments give o’er,
Why should’st thou sigh because the swain Another does adore
Those charms, fond maid, that vanquish’d thee, Have many a conquest won,
Song
Oh love
that stronger art than Wine,
Pleasing Delusion,
Witchery divine,
A Congratulatory Poem
While my sad Muse the darkest Covert Sought,
To give a loose to Melancholy Thought;
Opprest, and sighing with the Heavy Weight Of an Unhappy dear Lov'd Monarch's Fate;
A lone retreat, on Thames's Brink she found,
The Disappointment
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One Day the Amarous Lisander,
By an impatient Passion sway'd,
Surpris'd fair Cloris, that lov'd Maid,
Song “How strongly does my passion flow”
OW strongly does my passion flow,
Divided equally ’twixt two
Damon had ne’er subdued my heart,
Had not Alexis took his part;
On the Death of the late Earl of Rochester
Mourn,
Mourn, ye Muses, all your loss deplore,
The Young, the Noble Strephon is no more
Yes, yes, he fled quick as departing Light,
To the Fair Clarinda
Who made love to me,
Imagin'd more than woman
Fair lovely Maid, or if that Title
Too weak, too Feminine for Nobler thee,
Song from ‘Lycidus’
A
CY in love I’ll prize, And be to beauty true:
And doat on all the lovely eyes, That are but fair and new
On Cloris’ charms to day I’ll feed, To-morrow Daphne move;
The Libertine
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ND martyrs I have made, All sacrificed to my desire,
A thousand beauties have betray'd That languish in resistless fire:
The untamed heart to hand I brought,
On the Death of E Waller Esq
How, to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring (Worthy thy Fame) a grateful Offering
I, who by Toils of Sickness, am become Almost as near as thou art to a Tomb
While every soft, and every tender Strain Is ruffl'd, and ill-natur'd grown with P...
The Willing Mistriss
Amyntas led me to a Grove,
Where all the Trees did shade us;
The Sun it self, though it had Strove,
It could not have betray'd us: