Poems upon several occasions with, A voyage to the island of love / by Mrs. A. Behn.
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Title
Poems upon several occasions with, A voyage to the island of love / by Mrs. A. Behn.
Author
Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.
Publication
London :: Printed for R. Tonson and J. Tonson ...,
1684.
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English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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"Poems upon several occasions with, A voyage to the island of love / by Mrs. A. Behn." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A27315.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 12, 2024.
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The silent Confession.
AND tho' I do not speak, alas,My Eyes, and Sighs too much do say!And pale and languishing my Face,The torments of my Soul betray;They the sad story do unfold,Love cannot his own secrets hold;And though Fear ty's my Tongue; Respect my Eyes,Yet something will disclose the pain;Which breaking out throw's all disguise;Reproaches her with Cruelties;Which she augments by new disdain;—Where e're she be, I still am there;What-ere she do, I that prefer;In spight of all my strength, at her approach,I tremble with a sight or touch;
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Paleness or Blushes does my Face surprize,If mine by chance meet her encountering Eyes;Twas thus she learn'd my VVeakness, and her Pow'r;And knew too well she was my Conqueror.
And now—Her Eyes no more their wonted Smiles afford,But grew more sierce, the more they were ador'd;The marks of her esteem which heretoforeRais'd my aspiring flame, oblige no more;She calls up all her Pride to her defence;And as a Crime condemns my just pretence;Me from her presence does in Fury chase;No supplications can my doom reverse;And vainly certain of her Victory,Retir'd into the Den of Cruelty.
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