Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONG, by ELIZABETH WILMOT


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First Line: Nothing adds to loves fond fire
Last Line: Your love, fond fugitive, to gain.
Alternate Author Name(s): Rochester, Countess Of; Malet, Elizabeth
Subject(s): Fate; Hate; Love; Pain; Destiny; Suffering; Misery


Nothing adds to love's fond fire
More than scorn and cold disdain;
I, to cherish your desire,
Kindness used, but 'twas in vain.
You insulted on your slave;
To be mine you soon refused;
Hope not then the power to have
Which ingloriously you used.

Think not, Thyrsis, I will e'er
By my love my empire lose.
You grow constant through despair:
Kindness you would soon abuse.
Though you still possess my heart,
Scorn and rigor I must feign;
There remains no other art
Your love, fond fugitive, to gain.





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