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Wednesday, 2 November 2011

The Enchantment - Thomas Otway

I did but look and love awhile,
    ’Twas but for one half-hour;
Then to resist I had no will,
    And now I have no power.

To sigh and wish is all my ease;
    Sighs which do heat impart
Enough to melt the coldest ice,
    Yet cannot warm your heart.

O would your pity give my heart
    One corner of your breast,
’Twould learn of yours the winning art,
    And quickly steal the rest.
Thomas Otway (1652 — 1685) England
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2 comments:

  1. Anonymous4 December 2011 at 22:42

    I love his love letters...trying to find his poems. Only one I found. Does anyone know anymore Poems he has written pls...Jo

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  2. Bruce-the-Sheep5 December 2011 at 16:09

    There is quite a lot on the Internet Archive. Especially volume 3 of his Life and Works which inlcudes his poetry (go to page 276):
    http://www.archive.org/stream/worksofthomasotw03otwauoft#page/298/mode/2up

    happy reading
    :-) Bruce

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