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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. R7317 A57734 Rowe, Elizabeth Singer, 1674-1737. Poems on several occasions. Written by Philomela. London Printed for John Dunton at the Raven in Jewen-street 1696 pp. 35-36. [24],72,69,[11]p.; 8⁰

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By Dispair . WHen the intruding horrors of the night , Had just depriv'd our hemisphere of light And sable foldings seem'd to imitate , The blackness and confusion of my fate , As by a Rivers side I walkt along , Uncurl'd and loose my artless tresses hung . Dispair and love were seated in my face , And down I sunk , upon the bending grass , There to the streams , my mournful griefs relate , Cursing the spightful Stars that rul'd my fate ; To see my tears the gentle floods swell high , The Rocks relent , and groan as oft as I , The winds less deaf , than my ungreatful Swain , Listen and breath o're all my sighs again , Ah , never , never , said I with an Air ; That poor complacent eccho , griev'd to hear , And softly fearing to increase my pain , No , never , never , she reply'd again , Then all things else , as trifles I dispise , Said I , and smiling clos'd my wretched eyes .