Poems By the most deservedly Admired Mrs Katherine Philips: The matchless Orinda. To which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace Tragedies. With several other Translations out of French |
Parting with Lucasia, A Song.
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Parting with Lucasia, A Song.
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Well, we will do that rigid thingWhich makes Spectators think we part;
Though Absence hath for none a sting
But those who keep each others heart.
2
And when our Sense is dispossest,Our labouring Souls will heave and pant,
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Since their Conveyances they want.
3
Nay, we have felt the tedious smartOf absent Friendship, and do know
That when we die we can but part;
And who knows what we shall do now?
4
Yet I must go: we will submit,And so our own Disposers be;
For while we nobly suffer it,
We triumph o're Necessity.
5
By this we shall be truly great,If having other things o'recome,
To make our victory compleat
We can be Conquerors at home.
6
Nay then to meet we may conclude,And all Obstructions overthrow,
Since we our Passion have subdu'd,
Which is the strongest thing I know.
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