Aphra Behn (Афра Бен)

Love Arm'd

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;
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 Crueltie;
From me his Languishments and Feares,
And every Killing Dart from thee;
Thus thou and I, the God have arm'd,
And sett him up a Deity;
But my poor Heart alone is harm'd,
Whilst thine the Victor is, and free. 

1. Oh, How the Hand the Lover Ought to Prize
2. Epitaph on the Tombstone of a Child, the Last of Seven that Died Before
3. To Lysander
4. Angellica’s Lament
5. The Disappointment

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