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Love in Fantastique Triumph satt

Aphra Behn
Love in Fantastique Triumph satt	
Whilst Bleeding Hearts a round him flow'd,	
For whom fresh paines he did Create,	
And strange Tyranick power he show'd; 
From thy Bright Eyes he took his fire,
Which round about, in sport he hurl'd;	
But 'twas from mine he took desire,	
Enough to undo the Amorous World.	
 
From me he took his sighs and tears,	
From thee his Pride and Crueltie;
From me his Languishments and Feares,	
And every Killing Dart from thee;
Thus thou and I, the God have arm'd,	
And sett him up a Deity;	
But my poor heart alone is harm'd,
Whilst thine the Victor is, and free.

This poem is in the public domain.

This poem is in the public domain.

Aphra Behn

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A thousand martyrs I have made,
   All sacrific'd to my desire;
A thousand beauties have betray'd,
   That languish in resistless fire.
The untam'd heart to hand I brought,
And fixed the wild and wandering thought.

I never vow'd nor sigh'd in vain
   But both, tho' false,