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Poems upon several occasions

with a voyage to the Island of Love. By Mrs A. Behn

Behn, Aphra (1640-1689)

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TO Mrs. BEHN, ON THE PUBLISHING HER POEMS.

To ASTRÆA, on her Poems.

To the excellent Madam Behn, on her Poems.

To the Authour, on her Voyage to the Island of Love.

To the Lovely Witty Astræa, on her Excellent Poems.

Upon these and other Excellent Works of the Incomparable Astræa.

To the excellent Astræa.

To Madam A. Behn on the publication of her Poems.

To Madam Behn, on her Poems.

POEMS UPON Several OCCASIONS.

The Golden Age.

A Farewel to Celladon, On his Going into Ireland.

On a Juniper-Tree, cut down to make Busks.

On the Death of Mr. Grinhil, the Famous Painter.

A Ballad on Mr. J. H. to Amoret, asking why I was so sad.

Our Cabal.

Mr. V. U.

Mr. G. V.

My dear Brother J. C.

My dear Amoret, Mris. B.

Mr. J. B.

Mr. Je. B.

Mr. N. R. V.

Mr. E. B. and Mrs. F M.

Mr. J. H.

Mr. Ed. Bed.

SONG. The Willing Mistriss.

SONG. Love Arm'd.

SONG. The Complaint.

SONG. The Invitation.

SONG.

To Mr. Creech (under the Name of Daphnis) on his Excellent Translation of Lucretius.

To Mrs. W. On her Excellent Verses (Writ in Praise of some I had made on the Earl of Rochester) Written in a Fit of Sickness.

The Sence of a Letter sent me, made into Verse; To a New Tune.

The Return.

On a Copy of Verses made in a Dream, and sent to me in a Morning before I was Awake.

To my Lady Morland at Tunbrige.

Song to Ceres. In the Wavering Nymph, or Mad Amyntas.

Song in the same Play, by the Wavering Nymph.

The Disappointment.

On a Locket of Hair Wove in a True-Loves Knot, given me by Sir R.O.

The Dream. A Song.

A Letter to a Brother of the Pen in Tribulation.

The Reflection: A Song.

SONG. To Pesibles Tune.

SONG. On her Loving Two Equally.

The Counsel. A Song.

SONG. The Surprize.

SONG.

The Invitation: A Song.

Silvio's Complaint: A SONG

In Imitation of Horace.

To Lysander, who made some Verses on a Discourse of Loves Fire.

A Dialogue for an Entertainment at Court, between Damon and Sylvia.

On Mr. J. H. In a Fit of Sickness.

To Lysander, on some Verses he writ, and asking more for his Heart then 'twas worth.

To the Honourable Edward Howard, on his Comedy called The New Utopia

To Lysander at the Musick-Meeting.

An Ode to Love.

Love Reveng'd A Song.

SONG. To a New Scotch Tune.

The Cabal at Nickey Nackeys.

A Paraphrase on the Eleventh. Ode Out of the first Book of Horace.

A Translation.

A PARAPHRASE On Ovid's Epistle of OENONE to PARIS.

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A Translation.

I

Lydia , Lovely Maid, more fair
Than Milk or whitest Lilies are,
Than Polisht Indian Iv'ry shows,
Or the fair unblushing Rose.

II

Open, Maid, thy Locks, that hold
Wealth more bright than shining Gold,
Over thy white shoulders laid,
Spread thy Locks, my Charming Maid.

III

Lydia, ope' thy starry Eyes,
Shew the Beds where Cupid lies,
Open, Maid, thy Rosie-Cheeks,
Red as Sun declining streaks.

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IV

Shew thy Coral Lips, my Love,
Kiss me softer than the Dove,
Till my Ravisht Soul does lie
Panting in an Ecstasie.

V

Oh hold—and do not pierce my Heart,
Which beats, as life wou'd thence depart,
Hide thy Breasts that swell and rise,
Hide 'em from my wishing Eyes.

VI

Shut thy Bosome, white as Snow,
Whence Arabian perfumes flow;
Hide it from my Raptur'd Touch,
I have gaz'd—and kist too much.

VII

Cruel Maid—on Malice bent,
Seest thou not my Languishment?
Lydia!—Oh I faint!—I die!
With thy Beauties Luxury.