Lord John Wilmot

Oxfordshire / England
Lord John Wilmot
Oxfordshire / England

The Dying Lover

Rating: 3.0
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 faithful tender heart
Can never break, can never break in vain.
Friday, April 2, 2010
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COMMENTS
* Sunprincess * 21 January 2016
....an intriguing write with a beautiful ending ? For such a faithful tender heart Can never break, can never break in vain.
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Marko Duvnjak 26 January 2015
Wow! Wilmot is swiftly becoming by favorite poet!
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