FAREWELL, Amynta, we must part; The charm has lost its power, Which held so fast my captived heart Until this fatal hour. Hadst thou not thus my love abused, And used me ne'er so ill, Thy cruely I had excused, And I had loved thee still. But know, my soul disdains thy sway, And scorn thy charms and thee, To which each fluttering coxcomb may As welcome be as me. Think in what perfect bliss you reigned, How loved before thy fall; And now, alas! how much disdained By me, and scorned by all. Yet thinking of each happy hour, Which I with thee have spent, So robs my rage of all its power, That I almost relent. But pride will never let me bow, No more thy charms can move; Yet thou art worth my pity now, Because thou hadst my love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MALVERN HILL [JULY 1, 1862] by HERMAN MELVILLE WHITE FOR MOURNING by AL-FATA AL-KAFIF A MOOD by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE OLD FLUTE by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER THESMOPHORIAZUSAE: EURIPIDES by ARISTOPHANES THE OLD SCOTTISH CAVALIER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |