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To This Moment a Rebel by John Wilmot

By John Wilmot

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To this moment a rebel I throw down my arms, Great Love, at first sight of Olinda's bright charms. Make proud and secure by such forces as these, You may now play the tyrant as soon as you please. When Innocence, Beauty, and Wit do conspire To betray, and engage, and inflame my Desire, Why should I decline what I cannot avoid? And let pleasing Hope by base Fear be destroyed? Her innocence cannot contrive to undo me, Her beauty's inclined, or why should it pursue me?

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"To This Moment a Rebel" by John Wilmot is a love and deep and inspirational and spiritual english poem consisting of 29 lines. This English poem by John Wilmot demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "To this moment a rebel I throw down my arms, Great Love, at first sight of Olinda's bright charms....", this piece explores themes of love and deep and inspirational and spiritual through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. John Wilmot's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (1647–1680), was an English poet and courtier known for his satirical and libertine verse. His poems—including "A Satire Against Reason and Mankind" and "The Imperfect Enjoyment"—combine intellectual brilliance with provocative honesty.

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