Aphra Behn Poems
- A Thousand Martyrs I Have Made A thousand Martyrs I have ...
- To The Fair Clarinda Fair lovely Maid, or if that Title ...
- The Disappointment 1. One Day the Amarous Lisander, By an...
- The Dream All trembling in my arms Aminta lay, Defending of ...
- Song : 'Love Armed' Love in fantastic triumph sat, ...
- The Libertine A THOUSAND martyrs I have made, ...
- Song Oh love! that stronger art than Wine, Pleasing ...
Aphra Behn was a prolific dramatist of the English Restoration and was one of the first English professional female writers. Her writing contributed to the amatory fiction genre of British literature.
One of the first English women to earn her livelihood by authorship, Behn's life is difficult to unravel and relate. Information regarding her, especially her early life, is scant, but she was almost certainly born in Wye, near Canterbury, on 10 July 1640 to Bartholomew Johnson, a barber, and Elizabeth Denham. The two were married in 1638 and Aphra, or Eaffry, was baptized on 14 December 1640. Elizabeth Denham was employed as a nurse to the wealthy Colepeper ... more »
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''Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.''Aphra Behn (1640-1689), British playwright, poet. repr. In The Works of Aphra Behn, vol. 6, ed. M. Summers (1915). "Four O'Clock. General Conversation...
''There is no sinner like a young saint.''Aphra Behn (1640-1689), British playwright, poet. Published in The Works of Aphra Behn, vol. 1, ed. M. Summers (1915). Willmore, in The Rover, act 1, ...
A Thousand Martyrs I Have Made
A thousand Martyrs I have made,
All sacrific'd to my desire;
A thousand Beauties have betray'd,
That languish in resistless Fire.
The untam'd Heart to hand I brought,
And fixt the wild and wandring Thought.
I never vow'd nor sigh'd in vain
But both, thô false, were well receiv'd.
The Fair are pleas'd to give us pain,
And what they wish is soon believ'd.
And thô I talked of Wounds and Smart,
Loves Pleasures only toucht my Heart.
Alone the Glory and the Spoil
I always Laughing bore away;
The Triumphs, ...