THE REPULSE.

Not that by this disdain
I am releas'd,
And, freed from thy romantic[37:1] chain,
Do I myself think blest;

Not that thy flame shall burn 5
No more; for know
That I shall into ashes turn
Before this fire doth so.

Nor yet that unconfin'd
I now may rove, 10
And with new beauties please my mind;
But that thou ne'er didst love!

For since thou hast no part
Felt of this flame,
I only from thy tyrant heart 15
Repuls'd, not banish'd, am.

To lose what once was mine
Would grieve me more
Than those inconstant sweets of thine
Had pleas'd my soul before. 20

Now I've not lost that[37:2] bliss
I ne'er possessed;
And, spite of Fate, am blest in this:
That I was never blest.

SONG.

Celinda, by what potent art
Or unresisted charm,
Dost thou thine ear and frozen heart
Against my passion arm?

Or by what hidden influence 5
Of powers in one combin'd,
Dost thou rob Love of either sense,
Made deaf as well as blind?

Sure thou as friends[38:1] united hast
Two distant deities, 10
And scorn within thy heart hast plac'd,
And love within thine eyes;

Or those soft fetters of thy hair,
(A bondage that disdains
All liberty,) do guard thine ear 15
Free from all other chains.

Then my complaint how canst thou hear,
Or I this passion fly,
Since thou imprison'd hast thine ear,
And not confin'd thine eye? 20

THE TOMB.

When, cruel fair one, I am slain
By thy disdain,
And as a trophy of thy scorn
To some old tomb am borne,
Thy fetters must their power bequeath 5
To those of Death;
Nor can thy flame immortal burn
Like monumental fires within an urn.
Thus freed from thy proud empire, I shall prove
There is more liberty in Death than Love. 10

And when forsaken lovers come
To