FAREWELL, Amynta, we must part; The charm has lost its power, Which held so fast my captived heart Until this fatal hour. Hadst thou not thus my love abused, And used me ne'er so ill, Thy cruely I had excused, And I had loved thee still. But know, my soul disdains thy sway, And scorn thy charms and thee, To which each fluttering coxcomb may As welcome be as me. Think in what perfect bliss you reigned, How loved before thy fall; And now, alas! how much disdained By me, and scorned by all. Yet thinking of each happy hour, Which I with thee have spent, So robs my rage of all its power, That I almost relent. But pride will never let me bow, No more thy charms can move; Yet thou art worth my pity now, Because thou hadst my love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 9. AT THE ALTAR-RAIL by THOMAS HARDY THE WHITE ISLAND, OR PLACE OF THE BLEST by ROBERT HERRICK THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER by FRANCIS SCOTT KEY SONGS OF TRAVEL: 2. YOUTH AND LOVE: 1 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE RIVER-GOD'S SONG by FRANCIS BEAUMONT MY BALD HEAD by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |