Strephon, your breach of faith and trust
...Affords me no surprise;
A man who grateful was, or just,
...Might make my wonder rise.
That heart to you so fondly tied,
...With pleasure wore its chain,
But from your cold neglectful pride,
...Found liberty again.
For this no wrath inflames my mind,
...My thanks are due to thee;
Such thanks as gen'rous victors find,
...Who set their captives free.
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Unlucky in love, poor Laetitia. It's quite modern in theme and tone. "Men were deceivers ever" as some other poet said.
Too bad we don't have much of Laetitia Pilkington's work. -
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Apparently much of Pilkington's work was plagiarised by the likes of Colly Cibber who published it as his own. According to "Poems by the Most Eminent Ladies of Great Britain and Ireland" [1773] there seems to have been only two published under her own name!
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