Poems by Arphra Behn

also known as: Aphra Behn

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While my sad Muse the darkest Covert Sought,
A thousand Martyrs I have made,
This Little, Silent, Gloomy Monument,
Love in Fantastique Triumph satt,
How, to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring
Mourn, Mourn, ye Muses, all your loss deplore,
Oh love! that stronger art than Wine,
Oh love! that stronger art than Wine,
Love in fantastic triumph sate
Love in fantastic triumph sat,
All trembling in my arms Aminta lay,
A thousand martyrs I have made,
Who made love to me,

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