I Love England

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Fairest Isle, all isles excelling,
Seat of pleassure and of love,
Venus here will choose her dwelling
And for- sake her Cyprian grove.
Cupid from his fav'rite nation
Care and envy will remove;
Jealousy that poisons passion,
And despair that dies for love.

Gentle murmurs sweet complaining,
Sighs that blow the fire of love.
Soft repulses, kind disdaining,
Shall be all the pains you prove.
Ev' ry swain shall pay his duty
Grateful ev'ry nymph shall prove;
And as these excel in beauty,
Those shall be renowned for love.

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helensusanswift · 26-30, F

Somebody should tell the poet that England is not an island. Lovely words and ideas though.

Whiterosesociety

@helensusanswift they were insulated though...in many ways...

haha!

Whiterosesociety

@helensusanswift John Dryden wrote the lyrics.

helensusanswift · 26-30, F

@Whiterosesociety Thank you. I should have known that - and he should have known the geographical limits of England.

Whiterosesociety

@helensusanswift i know my limits

but Purcell had none at all and died waaaaay 2 young

Whiterosesociety

@helensusanswift Hey Helen, don't you think that the last line might read instead: ..."and despair that kills for love"

Logically speaking, despair doesn't itself die but it might bring about someone's death

helensusanswift · 26-30, F

@Whiterosesociety I think your amendment makes sense. Despair is a terrible thing that can spoil a life and even lead to suicide.