A Thousand Martyrs I Have Made (by: Arphra Behn (1640-1689)) A thousand Martyrs I have made, All sacrific'd to my desire; A thousand Beauties have betray'd, That languish in resistless Fire. continue reading
Dream, The (by: Arphra Behn (1640-1689)) All trembling in my arms Aminta lay, Defending of the bliss I strove to take; Raising my rapture by her kind delay, Her force so charming was and weak. continue reading
Epitaph On The Tombstone Of A Child (by: Arphra Behn (1640-1689)) This Little, Silent, Gloomy Monument, Contains all that was sweet and innocent ; The softest pratler that e'er found a Tongue, His Voice was Musick and his Words a Song ; continue reading
Love Arm'd (by: Arphra Behn (1640-1689)) Love in Fantastique Triumph satt, Whilst bleeding Hearts around him flow'd, For whom Fresh pains he did create, And strange Tryanic power he show'd; continue reading
Song From Abdelazar (by: Arphra Behn (1640-1689)) Love in fantastic triumph sat, Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow'd, For whom fresh pains he did create, And strange tyrannic power he shew'd; continue reading
