Female Poems On Several Occasions Written by Ephelia. The Second Edition, with large Additions |
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The Unkind Parting. |
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The Unkind Parting.
Lovely Unkind! cou'd you so Cruel beTo leave the Land e're you took Leave of me?
Explain this mystick Act, and let me know
Whether it doth your Hate, or Kindness show:
Lov'd you too well my Parting sighs to hear?
Or wanted Strength my kinder Tears to bear?
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A solemn Leave, not for your Sake, but mine?
Lest my kind Heart o're charg'd with too much Grief,
Shou'd with my Farewell-sighs breath out my Life.
Or was it (how the very Thought doe's fright!)
To show with how much Contempt you cou'd slight?
Or did you love so little, that no Thought
Of poor Ephelia to your mind was brought?
No, no, 'twas none of these; I guess thy mind:
Strephon! thou knew'st I was so fondly kind,
That at the News of Parting, into Tears
I strait had melted, Thousand Am'rous Fears
I had Suggested to my self, and you
In Complaisance must needs have done so too:
You must have told how loth you were to part,
And vow'd that tho you went, I kept your Heart;
Omitted nothing tender Love cou'd shew,
From my pale Cheeks have kist the Pearly Dew;
Spoke all the tender'st things you cou'd devise,
And to the old added new Perjuries;
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A quick Return shou'd dissipate my Fear:
All of these pleasing Vanities, you knew,
A declar'd Lover was oblig'd to doe:
But to this trouble you wou'd not be brought,
But stole in silence hence; yet tho you thought
This Tale too long, and troublesome to tell,
You might have grasp'd my hand, and said Farewel;
At which dire Words, such Consternation wou'd
Have seiz'd my Soul, I senseless shou'd have stood
'Till you beyond a Sigh's faint Call had fled;
Nay, till Tangiere, you'd near recovered:
This way, my Kindness cou'd not tiresome be,
Nor your Neglect wou'd not have troubled me.
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