AMYNTAS.
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Thinking that she would long be well, and happy.
And thinking (vain perhaps the thought had been)
That for Amyntas she would drop a tear,
I had from life to death an easy passage;
'Twas bidding but the world a slight adieu.
But now with what ideas shall I die?
For die I must; I am resolved to die.
The beauteous object of my passion dead,
Torn limb from limb by hungry, ravenous I wolves,
Her soul breathed out in agony, and horrour!
No image left to substitute my being!
Oh! with what grimness death now stalks before me!
I leave thee, cruel world; ere long, Amyntas
Shall be to thee as he had never been!
Oh! 'tis a blank farewel! it numbs the soul;
It almost kills without the fatal blow.
That I now feel this last, this worst distress,
I owe to fortune, and to thee, O Daphne!
And thinking (vain perhaps the thought had been)
That for Amyntas she would drop a tear,
I had from life to death an easy passage;
'Twas bidding but the world a slight adieu.
But now with what ideas shall I die?
For die I must; I am resolved to die.
The beauteous object of my passion dead,
Torn limb from limb by hungry, ravenous I wolves,
Her soul breathed out in agony, and horrour!
No image left to substitute my being!
Oh! with what grimness death now stalks before me!
I leave thee, cruel world; ere long, Amyntas
Shall be to thee as he had never been!
Oh! 'tis a blank farewel! it numbs the soul;
It almost kills without the fatal blow.
That I now feel this last, this worst distress,
I owe to fortune, and to thee, O Daphne!
Thou
