The Disappointment

Original Text: 
John Wilmot, earl of Rochester, Poems on Several Occasions (1680). Facs. edn. Menston: Scolar Press, 1971. PR 3669 R2 1680AB Robarts Library.
2   By an impatient Passion sway'd,
4   Who cou'd defend her self no longer ;
5   All things did with his Love conspire,
7   In his gay Chariot, drawn by Fire,
8   Was now descending to the Sea,
9   And left no Light to guide the World,
10But what from Cloris brighter Eyes was hurl'd.
11   In alone Thicket, made for Love,
12   Silent as yielding Maids Consent,
14   Permits his force, yet gently strove ?
15   Her Hands his Bosom softly meet,
16   But not to put him back design'd,
17   Rather to draw him on inclin'd,
18   Whilst he lay trembling at her feet;
19   Resistance 'tis to late to shew,
20She wants the pow'r to say -- Ah!what do you do?
21   Her bright Eyes sweat, and yet Severe,
22   Where Love and Shame confus'dly strive,
23   Fresh Vigor to Lisander give :
24   And whispring softly in his Ear,
25   She Cry'd -- Cease -- cease -- your vain desire,
26   Or I'll call out -- What wou'd you do ?
27   My dearer Honour, ev'n to you,
28   I cannot -- must not give -- retire,
29   Or take that Life whose chiefest part
30I gave you with the Conquest of my Heart.
31   But he as much unus'd to fear,
32   As he was capable of Love,
33   The blessed Minutes to improve,
34   Kisses her Lips, her Neck, her Hair !
35   Each touch her new Desires alarms !
36   His burning trembling Hand he prest
37   Upon her melting Snowy Breast,
38   While she lay panting in his Arms !
39   All her unguarded Beauties lie
40The Spoils and Trophies of the Enemy.
41   And now, without Respect or Fear,
42   He seeks the Objects of his Vows ;
43   His Love no Modesty allows :
44   By swift degrees advancing where
45   His daring Hand that Alter seiz'd,
46   Where Gods of Love do Sacrifice ;
47   That awful Throne, that Paradise,
48   Where Rage is tam'd, and Anger pleas'd ;
49   That Living Fountain, from whose Trills
50The melted Soul in liquid Drops distils.
51   Her balmy Lips encountring his,
52   Their Bodies as their Souls are joyn'd,
53   Where both in Transports were confin'd,
54   Extend themselves upon the Moss.
55   Cloris half dead and breathless lay,
56   Her Eyes appear'd like humid Light,
57   Such as divides the Day and Night;
58   Or falling Stars, whose Fires decay ;
59   And now no signs of Life she shows,
60But what in short-breath-sighs returns and goes.
61   He saw how at her length she lay,
62   He saw her rising Bosom bare,
63   Her loose thin Robes, through which appear
64   A Shape design'd for Love and Play;
65   Abandon'd by her Pride and Shame,
66   She do's her softest Sweets dispence,
67   Offring her Virgin-Innocence
68   A Victim to Loves Sacred Flame ;
69   Whilst th' or'e ravish'd Shepherd lies,
70Unable to perform the Sacrifice.
71   Ready to taste a Thousand Joys,
72   Thee too transported hapless Swain,
73   Found the vast Pleasure turn'd to Pain :
74   Pleasure, which too much Love destroys !
75   The willing Garments by he laid,
76   And Heav'n all open to his view ;
78   On the defenceless lovely Maid.
79   But oh ! what envious Gods conspire
80To snatch his Pow'r, yet leave him the Desire !
81   Natures support, without whose Aid
82   She can no humane Being give,
83   It self now wants the Art to live,
84   Faintness it slacken'd Nerves invade :
85   In vain th' enraged Youth assaid
86   To call his fleeting Vigour back,
88   Excess of Love his Love betray'd ;
89   In vain he Toils, in vain Commands,
91   In this so Am'rous cruel strife,
92   Where Love and Fate were too severe,
93   The poor Lisander in Despair,
94   Renounc'd his Reason with his Life.
95   Now all the Brisk and Active Fire
96   That should the Nobler Part inflame,
97   Unactive Frigid, Dull became,
98   And left no Spark for new Desire ;
99   Not all her Naked Charms cou'd move,
100Or calm that Rage that had debauch'd his Love.
101   Cloris returning from the Trance
102   Which Love and soft Desire had bred,
103   Her tim'rous Hand she gently laid,
106   That Potent God (as Poets feign.)
107   But never did young Shepherdess
109   More nimbly draw her Fingers back,
110Finding beneath the Verdant Leaves a Snake.
111   Then Cloris her fair Hand withdrew,
112   Finding that God of her Desires
113   Disarm'd of all his pow'rful Fires,
115   Who can the Nymphs Confusion guess ?
117   And strew'd with Blushes all her Face,
118   Which both Disdain and Shame express ;
119   And from Lisanders Arms she fled,
120Leaving him fainting on the gloomy Bed.
121   Like Lightning through the Grove she hies,
122   Or Daphne from the Delphick God ;
123   No Print upon the Grassie Road
124   She leaves, t' instruct pursuing Eyes.
125   The Wind that wanton'd in her Hair,
126   And with her ruffled Garments plaid,
127   Discover'd in the flying Maid
128   All that the Gods e're made of Fair.
129   So Venus, when her Love was Slain,
130With fear and haste flew o're the fatal Plain.
132   Can well imagin, and Condole ;
133   But none can guess Lisander's Soul,
134   But those who sway'd his Destiny :
135   His silent Griefs, swell up to Storms,
136   And not one God, his Fury spares,
137   He Curst his Birth, his Fate, his Stars,
138   But more the Shepherdesses Charms ;
139   Whose soft bewitching influence,
140Had Damn'd him to the Hell of Impotence.


1] Lysander: a conventional name for a shepherd in Behn's pastoral world. Cf. Behn's "On Desire a Pindarick," "To Lysander, who made some Verses on a Discourse of Loves Fire," "To Lysander, on some Verses he writ, and asking more for his Heart then 'twas worth," and "To Lysander at the Musick-Meeting." Lysander appears in Shakespeare's pastoral A Midsummer's Night's Dream as one of the lovers. Back to Line
3] Cloris: a conventional name for a shepherdess in Behn's pastoral world. Cf. her "A Constancy in Love I'll Prise" ("On Cloris Charms to day I'll feed") and especially "On a Juniper-Tree, cut down to make Busks," where Philocles seduces Cloris. Back to Line
6] gilded Planet of the Day: Phoebus, the sun. Back to Line
13] Languishment: cf. Behn's "On a Juniper-Tree, cut down to make Busks," of Philocles and Cloris:
Impatient he waits no consent
But what she gave by Languishment,
The blessed Minute he pursu'd;
While Love and Shame her Soul Subdu'd.
And now transported in his Arms,
Yields to the Conqueror all her Charms ..
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77] Mad to possess: Shakespeare's sonnet 129. Back to Line
87] Lysander tries to stimulate himself. Back to Line
90] premature ejaculation. Back to Line
104] Or: whether. Back to Line
105] Priapus: the erect phallus. Back to Line
108] Fern: i.e., the pubic hair. Cf. Behn's "To the fair Clarinda":
For who, that gathers fairest Flowers believes
A Snake lies hid beneath the Fragrant Leaves.
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114] the slack penis, the cooled ejaculate. Back to Line
116] the kinder place: Cloris' "Living Fountain" (49). Back to Line
131] none but I: Cloris is the poet. Back to Line
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RPO poem Editors: 
Ian Lancashire
RPO Edition: 
RPO 1996-2000.