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[Tasso, Aminta:] AMINTOR, being ask'd by THIRSIS Who is the Object of his Love? speaks as follows.

Amint.
1 THIRSIS! to Thee I mean that Name to show,
2 Which, only yet our Groves, and Fountains know:
3 That, when my Death shall through the Plains be told,
4 Thou with the wretched Cause may'st that unfold
5 To every-one, who shall my Story find
6 Carv'd by thy Hand, in some fair Beeches rind;
7 Beneath whose Shade the bleeding Body lay:
8 That, when by chance she shall be led that way,
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9 O'er my sad Grave the haughty Nymph may go.
10 And the proud Triumph of her Beauty shew
11 To all the Swains, to Strangers as they pass;
12 And yet at length she may (but Oh! alas!
13 I fear, too high my flatt'ring Hopes do soar)
14 Yet she at length may my sad Fate deplore;
15 May weep me Dead, may o'er my Tomb recline
16 And sighing, wish were he alive and Mine!
17 But mark me to the End
Thir.
18 Go on; for well I do thy Speech attend,
19 Perhaps to better Ends, than yet thou know'st.
Amint.
20 Being now a Child, or but a Youth at most,
21 When scarce to reach the blushing Fruit I knew
22 Which on the lowest bending Branches grew;
23 Still with the dearest, sweetest, kindest Maid
24 Young as myself, at childish Sports I play'd.
25 The Fairest, sure, of all that Lovely Kind,
26 Who spread their golden Tresses to the Wind;
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27 Cydippe's Daughter, and Montano's Heir,
28 Whose Flocks and Herds so num'rous do appear;
29 The beauteous Sylvia; She, 'tis She I love,
30 Warmth of all Hearts, and Pride of ev'ry Grove.
31 With Her I liv'd, no Turtles e'er so fond.
32 Our Houses met, but more our Souls were join'd.
33 Together Nets for Fish, and Fowl we laid;
34 Together through the spacious Forest stray'd;
35 Pursu'd with equal Speed the flying Deer,
36 And of the Spoils there no Divisions were.
37 But whilst I from the Beasts their Freedom won,
38 Alas! I know not how, my Own was gone.
39 By unperceiv'd Degrees the Fire encreas'd,
40 Which fill'd, at last, each corner of my Breast;
41 As from a Root, tho' scarce discern'd so small,
42 A Plant may rise, that grows amazing tall.
43 From Sylvia's Presence now I could not move,
44 And from her Eyes took in full Draughts of Love,
45 Which sweetly thro' my ravish'd Mind distill'd;
46 Yet in the end such Bitterness wou'd yield,
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47 That oft I sigh'd, ere yet I knew the cause,
48 And was a Lover, ere I dream'd I was.
49 But Oh! at last, too well my State I knew;
50 And now, will shew thee how this Passion grew.
51 Then listen, while the pleasing Tale I tell.

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Title (in Source Edition): [Tasso, Aminta:] AMINTOR, being ask'd by THIRSIS Who is the Object of his Love? speaks as follows.
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Genres: heroic couplet; translation; drama

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Miscellany poems, on several occasions: Written by the Right Honble Anne, Countess of Winchilsea. London: printed for J. B. and sold by Benj. Tooke, William Taylor, and James Round, 1713, pp. 189-192. [8],390p. ; 8⁰. (ESTC T94539; Foxon pp. 274-5; OTA K076314.000)

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