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A Dialogue between Lucasta and Alexis.
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A Dialogue between Lucasta and Alexis.
Tell me Alexis what this parting isLucasta.
Tell me Alexis what this parting is, that so like dying is, but is not it.
Alexis
It is a sounding for a while from bliss, till kind how dee 'you, calls us from the fit:
If then the Spirits onely stay, let mine fly to thy Bosome.
Lucasta.
And my Soul to thine.
Chorus.
Thus in our Native Seat we gladly give our Fight for one where we can better live.
Lucasta.
But oh! this Lingring Murdring Farewell Death quickly wounds; and wounding cures the ill,
Alexis.
It is the glory of a valiant Lover, still to be dying, still for to recover.
Chorus.
Soldiers suspected of their courage go, that Ensignes and their Brests untorn show; Love neer his Standerd, when his Host he sets, creates alone fresh bleeding Bannerets.
But part we when thy Figure I retain, still in my Heart, still strongly in mine Eye.
Lucasta.
Shadows no longer then the Sun remain; but when his Beams that made them, fly, they fly.
Chorus.
Vain dreams of Love, that onely so much bliss allow us, as to know our wretchedness; and deal a larger measure in our pain, by shewing joy, then hiding it again.
Alexis
No, whilest Light reigns Lucasta still rules here, and all the night shines wholly in this Sphere.
Lucasta.
I know no Morne, but my Alexis Ray, to my dark thoughts the breaking of the day.
So in each other, if the pitying Sun thus keep us fix'd, ne'r may his Course be run.
Lucasta.
But oh! If Night us undivided make, let us sleep still, and sleeping never wake.
Chorus.
Cruel Adieus may well adjurn a while the Sessions of a Look, a Kiss or Smile; and leave behind an angry grieving blush; but Time nor Fate can part us joyned thus.
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