Lord John Wilmot

(1647 - 1680 / Oxfordshire / England)

Lord John Wilmot Poems

1. Tunbridge Wells 1/3/2003
2. To This Moment A Rebel 1/3/2003
3. Upon Nothing 1/3/2003
4. Return 4/2/2010
5. The Mistress 1/3/2003
6. God Bless Our Good And Gracious King 4/2/2010
7. Epitaph On Charles Ii 1/3/2003
8. My Light Thou Art 4/2/2010
9. Against Constancy 4/2/2010
10. Satyr 1/3/2003
11. The Dying Lover 4/2/2010
12. Give Me Leave To Rail At You 1/3/2003
13. The Platonic Lady 1/3/2003
14. A Satyre Against Mankind 1/3/2003
15. Absent Of Thee I Languish Still 1/3/2003
16. The Disabled Debauchee 1/3/2003
17. A Fragment Of Seneca Translated 1/3/2003
18. Poems To Mulgrave And Scroope 1/3/2003
19. Signior Dildo 1/3/2003
20. My Dear Mistress Has A Heart 1/3/2003
21. Portsmouth's Looking Glass 1/3/2003
22. A Woman's Honour 1/3/2003
23. All My Past Life... 1/3/2003
24. Love And Life 1/3/2003
25. Constancy 1/3/2003
26. I Cannot Change, As Others Do 1/3/2003
27. A Song Of A Young Lady To Her Ancient Lover 1/3/2003
28. To His Mistress 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Lord John Wilmot

To His Mistress

Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why
Does that eclipsing hand of thine deny
The sunshine of the Sun's enlivening eye?

Without thy light what light remains in me?
Thou art my life; my way, my light's in thee;
I live, I move, and by thy beams I see.

Thou art my life-if thou but turn away
My life's a thousand deaths. Thou art my way-
Without.thee, Love, I travel not but stray.

My light thou art-without thy glorious sight
My eyes are darken'd with eternal night.
My Love, thou art my way, my life, my light.

Thou art my way; I wander if ...

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The Platonic Lady

I could love thee till I die,
Would'st thou love me modestly,
And ne'er press, whilst I live,
For more than willingly I would give:
Which should sufficient be to prove
I'd understand the art of love.

I hate the thing is called enjoyment:
Besides it is a dull employment,

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