Did she consent Or he relent? Accepts he night, or grants she ́noon? Or not! she said, Forego me now, come to me soon." (This whimsical but beautiful song, is given somewhat out of its place-belonging as it does to an earlier period. Cayley has printed it as the composition of Raleigh, but Sir Walter's right to it is very questionable. Walton mentions it in the Angler, and Percy allowed it a niche in the Reliques of English Poetry. The Bishop remarks that "it is more ancient than the ballad of Robin Goodfellow."] LOVE IN FANTASTIC TRIUMPH SAT. APHRA BEHN. Born about 1630-Died 1689. Love in fantastic triumph sat, Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow'd, From me he took his sighs and tears, Thus thou, and I, the God have arm'd, But my poor heart alone is harm'd, Whilst thine the victor is and free. " [Mrs. Aphra Behn was a dramatic writer of Charles the Second's day, but her plays are full of the licentiousness of the age, which happily soon after the pen of Jeremy Collier somewhat abated. Even Dryden, who was he observes himself" too much of a libertine in his poems,' complains in a letter to Mrs. Thomas (the Corinna of Curll), that Mrs. Behn's plays were full of loose writing, and brought scandal on the modesty of her sex. This is one of her best songs; according to Mr. Dyce," had it proceeded from the pen of Moore, it would have been admired in the present day." It appears in "Abdelazar, or the Moor's Revenge."] MIRTILLO. CHARLES COTTON. Born 1630-Died 1687. Ask not, why sorrow shades my brow; Since he, that lov'd it, died to day. Can ye have ears, and yet not know Or hearts that do not share my pain? He's gone, he's gone! and I will go; That the whole world appears my grave. But I'll go to him, though he lie Wrapt in the cold, cold arms of death: I'll mourn, I'll mourn away my breath. TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY, GOING OUT OF TOWN IN THE SPRING. JOHN DRYDEN. Born 1631-Died 1701. Ask not the cause, why sullen Spring And winter storms invert the year : Chloris is gone, the cruel fair; She cast not back a pitying eye: To sigh, to languish, and to die: Great god of love, why hast thou made A face that can all hearts command, And change the laws of every land? When Chloris to the temple comes, THE FAIR STRANGER. JOHN DRYDEN. Happy and free, securely blest, Till you descending on our plains, Your smiles have more of conquering charms But in your eyes, oh! there's the spell, [This song is a compliment to the Duchess of Portsmouth, on her first coming to England.] SONG IN THE CONQUEST OF GRANADA. JOHN DRYDEN. Wherever I am, and whatever I do, When angry I mean not to Phillis to go, When Phillis I see, my heart bounds in my breast, But asleep or awake, I am never at rest, When from my eyes Phillis is gone. Sometimes a sad dream does delude my sad mind: Should a king be my rival in her I adore, He should offer his treasure in vain : 9, let me alone to be happy and poor, And give me my Phillis again! Let Phillis be mine, and but ever be kind, Alas! I discover too much of my love, And she too well knows her own power, She makes me each day a new martyrdom prove, And makes me grow jealous each hour: But let her each minute torment my poor mind, I had rather love Phillis, both false and unkind, Than ever be freed from her power. |