The COMPLAINT of a LOVER. BY MISS ANNE KILLIGREW. SEEST thou younder craggy rock, Whofe head o'er-looks the fwelling main, No wholesome herb grows on the fame, Deep underneath a cave does lie, Th' entrance hid with dismal yew, Where Phoebus never fhew'd his eye, Or chearful day yet pierced through. In that dark melancholy cell, (Retreat and follace to my woe) Love, sad dispair, and I, do dwell, The fprings from whence my griefs do flow. Treacherous love that did appear, (When he at first approach't my heart) * Born 1660; dyed 1685. 5 15 Dreft in a garb far from fevere, Or threatning ought of future fmart. So innocent thofe charms then feem'd, Ah! who would them have deadly deem'd ? Beneath those sweets concealed lay, When I in tears have spent the night, With fighs I ufher in the fun, Who never faw a fadder fight In all the courfes he has run. Sleep, which to others ease does prove, 25 30 For in my dreams I am in love, 35 And in them too fhe does difdain. Sometimes, t' amufe my forrow, I Unto the hollow rocks repair, And loudly to the eccho cry, Ah! gentle nimph, come ease my care. 40 20 Thou who, times paft, a lover wer't, Come flatter then, or chide my grief; 45 Catch my laft words, and call me fool; Or fay fhe loves for my relief; My paffion either footh, or school. DESPAIR. BY MRS. ELIZABETH ROWE.* OH! lead me to some solitary gloom, Н Where no enliv'ning beams, nor chearful echoes come; But filent all, and dufky let it be, To whisper out his airy raptures here. 5 } 15 20 ↑ Born 1674; dyed 1739. Her maiden name was Singer. |