Anonymous

The Player's Tragedy. Or, Fatal Love, a New Novel

London

Randal Taylor

1693

"O're Loves unbeaten Wilds, I plaid and rang'd. / Whilst at our Mouths, our wandring Souls w' exchang'd."

THE ENJOYMENT
OR, Bracillas Heaven
Long had the cruel Fair Bracilla strove
Against the fierce Attacks of mighty Love;
Misled by Honour, and affected Fame,
She fled from solid Bliss, for a meer empty Name.
This Fantom was the Cause of all my Pain,
For this alone, I sigh'd so long in vain;
'Till juster Love pitying my hopeless Grief,
By Gold, and Night brought me a kind Relief.
Gold to my Arms, give up the glorious Prize,
Whilst Night veil'd all the shun'd Confession of her Eyes.
Oh! What a Night was that, ye Powers Divine?
When I lay close within her Arms, she clasp'd in mine.
O're Loves unbeaten Wilds, I plaid and rang'd.
Whilst at our Mouths, our wandring Souls w' exchang'd.
Farewell all Mortal Cares, in haste farewell,
I'm now where boundless Joys, and endless Raptures Dwell.
(pp. 112-3

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Anonymous, The Player's Tragedy. Or, Fatal Love, a New Novel (London: Printed, and Sold by Randal Taylor, 1693)

06/15/2013