DEAREST Armilla could you once but guesse How pleasantly and gentle Love does rain your dull aversion to his power would cease (and you would fredome again) And move you then some fredome Such charming pleasurs mixt with that deare pain that you would youd then repine against the rigid fate (which) and curse your selfe conceited ignorance that first inclined you to delight in hate that enymy to love and (innocence) common sence it hinders mankind being fortunat and robs the world of peace and innocence Armilla Allexis cease all your attempts are vain My ferme resolves of hate ile still persue If you such pleasure find in servil pain you are recompenced by being pleased and true Why did the gods bestow soe blest a forme divine (to ruin and destroy all that behold) And not forsee the danger of a storme Thats raised by beauty (and) joynd with tyranny none can presume to love but must resolve to dye your endless rigor noe relefe affords And joyn such beauty with such tyranny why do you glory in your tyranny And cant (p)revent the danger of a storme (And) I must [love] with a for thoug I di Since (when) your bright eyes kindled faithfull flame Its much more glorious to love on and dye (for) nothing can be half soe great a shame I chuse as a much more glorious fate to dye your vasall then to have shame | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE HOME STRETCH by ROBERT FROST ANTONIO by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS THE LOVER TO THE THAMES OF LONDON TO FAVOUR HIS LADY ... by GEORGE TURBERVILLE OH, TORTURE NOT MY SOUL! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THREE THINGS by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER MY DEAREST WIFE by WILLIAM BARNES A SOUL'S LOSS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: MISANTHROPOS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |