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The Tears of Amynta for the Death of Damon
Song 1 ON a Bank, beside a Willow, Heav’n her Cov’ring, Earth her Pillow, Sad Amynta sigh’d alone; From the chearless dawn of Morning Till the Dews of Night returning, Singing thus she made her mone: Hope is banish’d, Joys are vanish’d, Damon, my belov’d, is gone! 2 Time, I dare thee to discover Such a Youth, and such a Lover; Oh, so true, so kind was he! Damon was the pride of Nature, Charming in his every Feature; Damon liv’d alone for me: Melting Kisses, Murmuring Blisses; Who so liv’d and lov’d as we! 3 Never shall we curse the Morning, Never bless the Night returning, Sweet Embraces to restore: Never shall we both ly dying, Nature failing, love supplying All the Joys he drain’d before. Death come end me To befriend me; Love and Damon are no more.
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