A Guiltlesse Lady Imprisoned: After Penanced. Song (Richard Lovelace Poems)
I.Heark, faire one, how what e're here isDoth laugh and sing at thy distresse;Not out of hate to thy reliefe,But ...
I.Heark, faire one, how what e're here isDoth laugh and sing at thy distresse;Not out of hate to thy reliefe,But ...
I.That frantick errour I adore,And am confirm'd the earth turns round;Now satisfied o're and o're,As rowling waves, so flowes the ...
My paine still smother'd in my grieved brest,Seekes for some ease, yet cannot passage finde,To be discharg'd of this unwellcome ...
O dearest eyes, the lights, and guides of Love,The joyes of Cupid, who himselfe borne blinde,To your bright shining, doth ...
O pardon Cupid, I confesse my fault,Then mercy grant me in so just a kinde:For treason never lodged in my ...
He may our Prophett, and our Tutor proove,In whom alone we doe this power finde,To joine two hearts as in ...
What pleasure can a banish'd creature haveIn all the pastimes that invented areBy wit or learning? Absence making warreAgainst all ...
Tell me you stars that our affections move,Why made ye me that cruell one to love?Why burnes my heart her ...
JUst at the Center is a point that'ssmall,Those Atomes that are there are wedg'd in all;They lye so close, firme ...
The RECAPITULATION.And Pourtrait of a Heav'nly breathing Soul. Whoso delights to burn in holy Fire Of Virgin fair Theophila, Joy, ...
?neas read what Dido wrote, And sent her this replie;And sought to cure the curelesse wound,Which Dido made to die.When ...
Our king he kept a false stewarde,Sir Aldingar they him call;A falser steward than he was one,Servde not in bower ...
When shawes been sheene, and shradds full fayre,And leeves both large and longe,Itt is merry, walking in the fayre forrest,To ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee—"Now marke this rede," they bade her oft, ...
Sheepheards give eare, and now be stillUnto my passions, and their cause, and what ...
Must I beleeve (sweet Cynthia) that the flame Hath light, and heat had ...
There was a youthe, and a well-beloved youthe,And he was a squires son;He loved the bayliffes daughter deare,That lived in ...
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
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