Poems upon several occasions with a voyage to the island of love : also The lover in fashion, being an account from Lydicus to Lysander of his voyage from the island of love / by Mrs. A. Behn ; to which is added a miscellany of new poems and songs, by several hands.
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Poems upon several occasions with a voyage to the island of love : also The lover in fashion, being an account from Lydicus to Lysander of his voyage from the island of love / by Mrs. A. Behn ; to which is added a miscellany of new poems and songs, by several hands.
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Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.
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London :: Printed for Francis Saunders ...,
1697.
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"Poems upon several occasions with a voyage to the island of love : also The lover in fashion, being an account from Lydicus to Lysander of his voyage from the island of love / by Mrs. A. Behn ; to which is added a miscellany of new poems and songs, by several hands." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A27316.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 3, 2024.
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SONG. To a New Scotch Tune.
I.
YOung Jemmy was a Lad,Of Royal Birth and Breeding,With ev'ry Beauty Clad:And ev'ry Grace Exceeding;A face and shape so wondrous fine,So Charming ev'ry part;That every Lass upon the Green:For Jemmy had a Heart.
II.
In Jemmy's Powerful Eyes,Young Gods of Love are playing,
And on his Face there liesA Thousand Smiles betraying.But Oh he dances with a Grace,None like him e'er was seen;No God that ever fancy'd was,Has so Divine a Miene.
III.
To Jemmy ev'ry SwaineDid lowly doff his Bonnet;And every Nymph would strain,To praise him in her Sonnet:The Pride of all the Youths he was,The Glory of the Groves,The Joy of ev'ry tender Lass:The Theam of all our Loves.
IV.
But Oh Unlucky Fate,A Curse upon Ambition:The Busie Fopps of StateHave ruin'd his Condition.For Glittering Hopes he'as left the Shade,His Peaceful Hours are gone: