Aphra Behn Poems
- The Willing Mistress Amyntas led me to a Grove, Where all ...
- The Disappointment 1. One Day the Amarous Lisander, By an...
- To The Fair Clarinda Fair lovely Maid, or if that Title ...
- The Dream All trembling in my arms Aminta lay, Defending of ...
- The Libertine A THOUSAND martyrs I have made, ...
- Song : 'Love Armed' Love in fantastic triumph sat, ...
- A Thousand Martyrs I Have Made A thousand Martyrs I have ...
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, ...
The Willing Mistress
Amyntas led me to a Grove,
Where all the Trees did shade us;
The Sun it self, though it had Strove,
It could not have betray'd us:
The place secur'd from humane Eyes,
No other fear allows,
But when the Winds that gently rise,
Doe Kiss the yielding Boughs.
Down there we satt upon the Moss,
And did begin to play
A Thousand Amorous Tricks, to pass
The heat of all the day.
A many Kisses he did give:
And I return'd the same
Which made me willing to receive
That which I dare not name.
His Charming Eyes no Aid requir'd
To tell their softning ...