The Works of Aphra Behn, Volume III
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Chapter 41 No.41

Poor Lost Serena, to Bemoan

The Rigor of her Fate,

High'd to a Rivers-side alone,

Upon whose Brinks she sat.

Her Eyes, as if they would have spar'd,

The Language of her Tongue,

In Silent Tears a while declar'd

The Sense of all her wrong.

            
            

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