Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37958" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Disappointment</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day the Amorous Lysander,<br>By an impatient Passion sway'd,<br>Surpris'd fair Chris, that lov'd Maid,<br>Who could defend herself no longer.<br>All things did with his Love conspire;<br>The gilded Planet of the Day,<br>In his gay Chariot drawn by Fire,<br>Was now descending to the Sea,<br>And left no Light to guide the World,<br>But what from Claris Brighter Eyes was hurld.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a lone Thicket made for Love,<br>Silent as yielding Maids Consent,<br>She with a Charming Languishment,<br>Permits his Force, yet gently strove ;<br>Her Hands his Bosom softly meet.<br>But not to put him back design'd.<br>Rather to draw 'em on inclin'd:<br>Whilst he lay trembling at her Feet,<br>Resistance 'tis in vain to show ;<br>She wants the pow'r to say — Ah ! what d'ye do ?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her Bright Eyes sweet, and yet severe,<br>Where Love and Shame confus'dly strive,<br>Fresh Vigor to Lysander give;<br>And breathing faintly in his Ear,<br>She cry'd — Cease, Cease — your vain Desire,<br>Or I'll call out — What would you do ?<br>My Dearer Honour ev'n to You<br>I canfwt, must not give — Retire,<br>Or take this Life, whose chiefest part<br>I gave you with the Conquest of my Heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he as much unus'd to Fear,<br>As he was capable of Love,<br>The blessed minutes to improve.<br>Kisses her Mouth, her Neck, her Hair;<br>Each Touch her new Desire Alarms,<br>His burning trembling Hand he prest<br>Upon her swelling Snowy Brest,<br>While she lay panting in his Arms.<br>All her unguarded Beauties lie<br>The Spoils and Trophies of the Enemy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now without Respect or Fear,<br>He seeks the Object of his Vows,<br>(His Love no Modesty allows)<br>His swift degrees advancing — where<br>His daring Hand that Altar seiz'd.<br>Where Gods of Love do Sacrifice:<br>That Awful Throne, the Paradice<br>Where Rage is calm'd, and Anger pleas'd;<br>That Fountain where Delight still flows,<br>And gives the Universal World Repose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her Balmy Lips incountring his,<br>Their Bodies, as their Souls, are joyn'd;<br>Where both in Transports Unconfin'd<br>Extend themselves upon the Moss.<br>Claris half dead and breathless lay;<br>Her soft Eyes cast a Humid Light,<br>Such as divides the Day and Night;<br>Or falling Stars, whose Fires decay:<br>And now no signs of Life she shows,<br>But what in short-breath'd Sighs returns & goes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saw how at her Length she lay;<br>He saw her rising Bosom bare;<br>Her loose thin Robes, through which appear<br>A Shape design'd for Love and Play;<br>Abandon'd by her Pride and Shame,<br>She does her softest joys dispence,<br>Off'ring her Virgin-Innocence<br>A Victim to Loves Sacred Flame;<br>While the o'er-Ravish'd Shepherd lies<br>Unable to perform the Sacrifice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ready to taste a thousand Joys,<br>The too transported hapless Swain<br>Found the vast Pleasure turn'd to Pain;<br>Pleasure which too much Love destroys:<br>The willing Garments by he laid,<br>And Heaven all open'd to his view,<br>Mad to possess, himself he threw<br>On the Defenceless Lovely Maid.<br>But Oh what envying God conspires<br>To snatch his Power, yet leaves him the Desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nature's Support, (without whose Aid<br>She can no Humane Being give)<br>It self now wants the Art to live;<br>Faintness its slack'ned Nerves invade:<br>In vain th'enraged Youth essay'd<br>To call its fleeting Vigor back,<br>No motion 'twill from Motion take;<br>Excess of Love his Love betray'd:<br>In vain he toils, in vain Commands;<br>The insensible fell weeping in his Hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this so Amorous Cruel Strife,<br>Where Love and Fate were too severe,<br>The poor Lysander in dispair<br>Renounc'd his Reason with his Life:<br>Now all the brisk and active Fire<br>That should the Nobler parts inflame,<br>Serv'd to increase his Rage and Shame,<br>And left no .spark for New Desire:<br>Not all her Naked Charms cou'd move<br>Or calm that Rage that had debauch'd his Love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Claris returning from the Trance<br>Which Love and soft Desire had bred,<br>Her timerous Hand she gently laid<br>(Or guided by Design or Chance)<br>Upon that Famous Friapas,<br>That Potent God, as Poets feign;<br>But never did young Shepherdess,<br>Gath'ring of Fern upon the Plain,<br>More nimbly draw her Fingers back,<br>Finding beneath the verdant Leaves a Snake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Than Claris her fair Hand withdrew,<br>Finding that God of her Desires<br>Disarm'd of all his Awful Fires,<br>And Cold as Flow'rs bath'd in the Morning Dew.<br>Who can the Nymph's Confusion guess?<br>The Blood forsook the hinder Place,<br>And strew'd with Blushes all her Face,<br>Which both Disdain and Shame exprest:<br>And from Lysatider's Arms she fled,<br>Leaving him fainting on the Gloomy Bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like Lightning through the Grove she hies.<br>Or Daphne from the Delphick God,<br>No Print upon the grassey Road<br>She leaves, t'instruct Pursuing Eyes.<br>The Wind that wanton'd in her Hair,<br>And with her Ruffled Garments plaid,<br>Discover'd in the Flying Maid<br>All that the God e'er made, if Fair.<br>So Ve7iiis, when her Love was slain,<br>With Fear and Haste flew o'er the Fatal Plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Nymphs resentment none but I<br>Can well Imagine or Condole:<br>But none can guess Lysander's Soul,<br>But those who sway'd his Destiny.<br>His silent Griefts swell up to Storms,<br>And not one God his Fury spares;<br>He curs'd his Birth, his Fate, his Stars;<br>But more the Shepherdess's Charms,<br>Whose soft bewitching Influence<br>Had Damn'd him to the Hell of Impotence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aphra+Behn">Aphra Behn</a> from <i>National Ballad and Song</i><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37958" data-title="The Disappointment de Aphra Behn" data-description="One day the Amorous Lysander,/By an impatient Passion sway'd,/Surpris'd fair Chris, that lov'd Maid,/Who could defend herself no longer./All things did with his Love conspire;/The gilded Planet of the Day,/In his gay Chariot drawn by Fire,/Was now..."></div>
</div>
</div>