John Dryden (1631–1700). The Poems of John Dryden. 1913.
Songs from the PlaysSong from the Italian, from The Kind Keeper
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Damon cry’d, all pale and dying,
Kind is Death that ends my pain,
But cruel She I lov’d in vain.
The Mossy Fountains
Murmure my trouble,
And hollow Mountains
My groans redouble:
Every Nymph mourns me,
Thus while I languish;
She only scorns me,
Who caus’d my anguish.
No Love returning me, all my hope denying;
By a dismal Cypress lying,
Like a Swan, so sung he dying:
Kind is Death that ends my pain,
But cruel She I lov’d in vain.