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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The TRANSPORT.

REjoyce! my new made happy Soul, Rejoyce! Bless the dear minute, bless the Heav'nly voice,
That has revok't thy fatal doom; Rejoyce! Aminta leads thee from the Tomb. Banish the anxious thoughts of dying hours, Forget the shades and melancholy Bow'rs, Thy Eyes so oft bedew'd with falling show'rs; Banish all Thoughts that do remain,
Of Sighing Days and Nights of Pain, When on neglected Beds of Moss thou'st lain:

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Oh happy Youth! Aminta bids thee live; Thank not the sullen God's or defer Stars, Since from her Hand thou dost the Prize receive; Hers be the Service, as the bounty hers; For all that Life must dedicated be, To the fair God-like Maid that gave it Thee.
Now Lysidas, behold my happy State; Behold me Blest, behold me Fortunate, And from the height of languishing despair, Rais'd to the Glory of Aminta's care: And this one moment of my Heaven of Joy, Did the remembrance of past Griefs destroy: And Pity ceas'd not here; but with new Eloquence, Obliges the shy Maid to visit Confidence.
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