Lord John Wilmot

(1647 - 1680 / Oxfordshire / England)

I Cannot Change, As Others Do - Poem by Lord John Wilmot

I cannot change, as others do,
Though you unjustly scorn;
Since that poor swain that sighs for you,
For you alone was born.
No, Phyllis, no, your heart to move
A surer way I'll try:
And to revenge my slighted love,
Will still love on, will still love on, and die.

When, killed with grief, Amintas lies
And you to mind shall call,
The sighs that now unpitied rise,
The tears that vainly fall,
That welcome hour that ends this smart
Will then begin your pain;
For such a fauthful tender heart
Can never break, can never break in vain.


Comments about I Cannot Change, As Others Do by Lord John Wilmot

  • Silver Star - 4,043 Points Kewayne Wadley (3/4/2015 10:58:00 PM)

    Beautifully sad. I loved the use of words. Very Vivid
    Thanks for sharing! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 448 Points Marko Duvnjak (1/26/2015 1:53:00 AM)

    The Dying love and I cannot change as others do, are the same poem. Now the question is which is the true title? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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