Amorea, The Lost Lover Or The Idea of Love and Misfortune. Being Poems, Sonets, Songs, Odes, Pastoral, Elegies, Lyrick Poems, and Epigrams. Never before printed. Written by Pathericke Jenkin |
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Liberty lost.
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Liberty lost.
As yet I had not known the rage, and forceOf Love, and Passion, when I took my course
Unto the Grove where I was us'd to go,
And passe the time, (wish it had ne're been so.)
And being come unto the place where I
Was wont sometimes to walk, sometimes to lie
Upon the flow'ry banks of Violet,
And Primrose, interwoven, as if set
To counterfeit th' Elizium Tapistry;
(Who could have thought danger should be so nigh
So sweet a place) when forthwith I began
To read a while, the story was of Pan,
The God of Rural Sports; where Shepherds fell
In love with Shapherdesses, and to tell
How some one for his love renounc'd a Crown,
And spent his time with Sheep upon a Down,
At which I smil'd, that man should be so vain,
As from a Prince to turn a Shepherd Swain,
But note what sudden chance befell, and see,
I laught 'tis true, ('twas a sad laugh to me,)
For having scan'd the vanity of love,
I heard a fluttering noise come from above,
When presently there lighted on a tree
A winged-boy, (the sight was strange to me)
And wondering at the sight, he forthwith took
From underneath his wings a Table-book,
And threw it at my feet, laying young-man
Look well on this and read no more of Pan,
And saying so he took in hand his bow,
And shot at me. (I since have felt the blow)
At which he vanish'd from my sight, when I
(Onely in love with curiosity)
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But 'twas a Picture-case, the which did show
A face which I had never seen till then,
Which made me to admire it's grace, but when
I'de view'd it o're, and o're, I took the case
And threw it from me, but the new-seen face
Had made so deep impression, that I said,
Crying aloud, I am betray'd, betray'd,
And rising from the place, I went away,
Toward my habitation; but stay,
And see my sudden change, I that before
Could boast of freedome, presently I tore
My Book in pieces, and began to cry
Love, Tharldome, Madam, Passion, Liberty;
And like a man distracted I began
To curse the Winged-boy, and call on Pan,
But as I call'd, I heard a silent noise
Within the Wood, and after that a voice
Which came unto my ear, I heard it say,
What have I seen, what have I heard to day?
And looking round about me I espi'd
(A sight I have repented) by the side
Of a small running Brook a Nimph to lie
Discoursing to her self of destinie,
I heard her say, wish I had never been
Abroad to day, or wish I'd never seen
The Grove, nor Picture, but since it is so
I will forget it all, and so i'le go;
And as she spake that word I saw her face,
The very same the new-found Picture case
Presented me, when I cry'd out 'tis she,
She fled and only said 'tis he, 'tis he.
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