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The Rose

I.

Sweet serene skye-like Flower,

Haste to adorn her Bower :    From thy long clowdy bed,    Shoot forth thy damaske head.

II.

New-startled blush of Flora !

The griefe of pale Aurora,    Who will contest no more ;    Haste, haste, to strowe her floore.

II.

Vermilion Ball that's

From lip to lip in Heaven ;    Love's Couches cover-led :    Haste, haste, to make her bed.

IV.

Dear Offspring of pleas'd Venus,

And Jollie, plumpe Silenus ;    Haste, haste, to decke the Haire    Of th' only, sweetly Faire.

V.

See !

Rosie is her Bower,

Her floore is all this Flower ;    Her Bed a Rosie nest    By a Bed of Roses prest.

VI.

But early as she dresses,

Why fly you her bright Tresses ?    Ah !

I have found I feare ;    Because her Cheekes are neere.

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Richard Lovelace

Richard Lovelace (9 December 1617 – 1657) was an English poet in the seventeenth century. He was a cavalier poet who fought on behalf of the kin…
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