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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A Pastoral Song on the late King.

WHy, Phillis, in this mournful dress, Ah! why so full of Tears, These sighs, my dearest Shepherdess, Suit not thy tender years. Thy sheep lye panting on the plain Not one of them will feed; Thy Lambs in peircing crys complain Whence, whence, does this proceed?
Ah, Strephon, we are all undone, With trembling voyce, she said, The best of Men to Heaven is gone, The great Amintor's dead. What will become of thou and I, Of these dear Flocks that moan, They will be Stole, and we shall dye, Now wise Amintor's gone?

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Best blessings rest upon his Soul, The Loyal Swain reply'd, Yet let this thought thy greif controul, Pan does for us provide; And thô the brave Amintor's gone, Alexis does remain, Since he is left we're not undone, Nor ought we to complain.
In him our loss is made amends, He'll us in safty keep From whigish Swains he'll us defend, From the French Fox our Sheep; Then cheer thy Flocks and weep no more, But stop that pious tide, With Voice and Pipe lets Pan adore, For sending such a guide.
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