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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080727.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<VID>181969</VID>
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<HEAD>The Pen&s;ive Lover; OR, <HI>The Damo&s;els Cro&s;&s;es Crown'd with Comfort.</HI></HEAD>
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<L>She for a time had lo&s;t her swain,</L>
<L>for which her Heart near broke;</L>
<L>Likewi&s;e &s;he would her &s;elf have &s;lain,</L>
<L>but <HI>Phaon</HI> &s;topt the Stroke.</L>
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<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>Grim king of the Gho&s;ts.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>O Pitty a harmle&s;s Maid</L>
<L>you Lovers that hear my moan</L>
<L>Young <HI>Phaon</HI> is from me &s;tray'd,</L>
<L>and here I am left alone:</L>
<L>My &s;orrows was ne'r &s;o &s;evere,</L>
<L>as now for the lo&s;s of my Swain,</L>
<L>Alas! I have rea&s;on to fear,</L>
<L>I never &s;hall &s;ee him again.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Through Valleys I range and rove,</L>
<L>and De&s;arts both far and near,</L>
<L>and every &s;hady G<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">ove,</L>
<L>in order to find my Dear:</L>
<L>But weary of wandring now,</L>
<L>&s;ince <HI>Phaon</HI> I cannot find,</L>
<L>O here in the&s;e Shades I vow,</L>
<L>my breath &s;hall be &s;traight re&s;ign'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Sweet Death thou mu&s;t prove my friend,</L>
<L>&s;ince there is no joys appears,</L>
<L>For why &s;hould I live to &s;pend,</L>
<L>my &s;orrowful days in tears:</L>
<L>His innocent Life is betray'd,</L>
<L>alas! I have cau&s;e to fear,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e he would ne'r have &s;tay'd</L>
<L>&s;o long from his deare&s;t Dear.</L>
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<LG>
<L>He never was fal&s;e to me,</L>
<L>but true as the Turtle-Dove,</L>
<L>Therefore I know that he</L>
<L>would never de&s;ert his Love:</L>
<L>But that &s;ome unfortunate doom,</L>
<L>has bla&s;ted the days of my Dear,</L>
<L>O would I had dy'd in his room,</L>
<L>for I have no Comfort here.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When ever I clo&s;e my Eyes,</L>
<L>to &s;lumber and take my re&s;t,</L>
<L>I fancy I hear the Crys</L>
<L>of <HI>Phaon</HI> my Love, oppre&s;t:</L>
<L>His body all bathed in Blood,</L>
<L>thus ga&s;hful my Love he appears,</L>
<L>At this my poor eyes, like a flood,</L>
<L>does melt into &s;howers of Tears.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Farewel to the World, &s;aid &s;he,</L>
<L>&s;ince <HI>Phaon</HI> is not alive,</L>
<L>This Minute i'le come to thee,</L>
<L>for why &s;hould I here &s;urvive:</L>
<L>Then taking a Weapon &s;o keen,</L>
<L>&s;o &s;oon as the&s;e words &s;he had &s;poke,</L>
<L>But <HI>Phaon</HI> &s;traight &s;tept in between,</L>
<L>and hinder'd the fatal &s;troke.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>As &s;oon as &s;he e're beheld</L>
<L>young <HI>Phaon,</HI> her hearts delight,</L>
<L>She was with Love-Raptures fill'd,</L>
<L>her &s;orrows all bani&s;ht quite:</L>
<L>With trembling voice &s;he reply'd,</L>
<L>&s;weet <HI>Phaon</HI> thou'rt welcome to me,</L>
<L>My Patience, alas! has been try'd,</L>
<L>but now I am happy in thee,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Pardon, fair <HI>Cynthia,</HI> he &s;aid,</L>
<L>for leaving thee &s;ighing here,</L>
<L>My Flocks with their Lambs they &s;trayd</L>
<L>and I have rang'd far and near:</L>
<L>The Valleys, nay, De&s;art and Grove,</L>
<L>I wander from morning till night,</L>
<L>But now I am come to my Love,</L>
<L>to Crown thee with joy and delight:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When ever I &s;lept, &s;aid &s;he,</L>
<L>I waken'd in frightful Dreams,</L>
<L>Thy Body I thought I &s;ee</L>
<L>all bathed in Purple Streams</L>
<L>When I in this pa&s;&s;ion did wake,</L>
<L>and ju&s;t at the point of Di&s;pair,</L>
<L>I knew not what cour&s;e I &s;hould take,</L>
<L>my &s;orrows I could not bear.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Love, dry off thy Tears, &s;aid &s;he,</L>
<L>&s;ince I am alive and well,</L>
<L>And here in the &s;hades with thee,</L>
<L>hereafter I mean to dwell:</L>
<L>And never will wander again</L>
<L>from thee who I dearly adore,</L>
<L>The Glory of all the whole Plain,</L>
<L>fair <HI>Cynthia</HI> &s;hall be therefore.</L>
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<P><HI>Printed for</HI> J. Blare, <HI>at the</HI> Looking-Gla&s;s <HI>on</HI> Lundon-Bridge.</P>
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