Ah! cruel Amarillis, since thou tak-st delight
To hear the accents of a doleful ditty,
To triumph still without remorse or pity;
I loathe this life,death must my sorrow right;
And lest vain hope my miseries renew,
Come quickly,death,
-Reave me of breath,
Ah! cruel Amarillis, adieu.
Ah! Cruel Amarillis
John Wilbye
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Poem topics: breath, hope, life, sorrow, hear, delight, triumph, death, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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