Richard Lovelace

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 king during the Civil War. His best knoБольше
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To Lucasta From Prison An Epode

I
Long in thy shackels, liberty
I ask not from these walls, but thee;
Left for awhile anothers bride,

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Pariss Second Judgement Upon The Three Daughters Of My De

Behold
three sister-wonders, in whom met,
Distinct and chast, the splendrous
Of Juno,

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To Lucasta On Going To The Wars

LL me not,
Sweet,
I am unkind,    That from the
Of thy chaste breasts, and quiet mind,    To war and arms I fly

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To Amarantha That She Would Dishevel Her Hair

Amarantha, sweet and fair,
Ah, braid no more that shining hair
As my curious hand or
Hovering round thee, let it fly

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Oreheus To Beasts

I
Here, here, oh here
CE,    Here was she slaine;
Her soule 'still'd through a veine:    The gods knew

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To Fletcher Revivd

How have I bin religious
what strange
Has scap't me, that I never understood
Have I hel-guarded Haeresie o'rthrowne

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The Rose

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Sweet serene skye-like Flower,
Haste to adorn her Bower :    From thy long clowdy bed,    Shoot forth thy damaske head
II

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The Scrutiny

Why should you swear I am forsworn,
Since thine I vowed to be
Lady, it is already morn,
And 'twas last night I swore to

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To Dr F B[eale] On His Book Of Chesse

Sir, how unravell'd is the golden fleece:
Men, that could only fool at
OX
ND

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Love Made In The First Age To Chloris

I
In the nativity of time,
Chloris
it was not thought a crime  In direct Hebrew for to woe

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To His Fairest Valentine Mrs A L

"Come, pretty birds, present your lays, And learn to chaunt a goddess praise; Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be Employ'd to serve her deity: And warble forth, ye virgins nine, Some music to my Valentine
"Her bosom is love's paradis...

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Sonnet

I
When I by thy faire shape did sweare,
And mingled with each vowe a teare,    I lov'd,
I lov'd thee best,    I swore as I profest

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