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 June 3, 2024.
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A Song.
AH! Blame me not, if no despair,A passion you inspire, can end.Nor think it strange, too charming fair,If Love, like other flames, ascend.If to approach a Saint with PrayerUnworthy votarys pretend,Above all merit Heaven and youTo the Sincere only are due.
Long did respect awe my proud aimAnd fear t' offend the madness cover,Like you it still reproves my flameAnd in the friend wou'd hide the Lover.But by things that want a nameI the too bold truth discover.My words in vain are in my pow'rMy looks betray me every hour.
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