To Amarantha; That She Would Dishevell Her Haire (Richard Lovelace Poems)
TO AMARANTHA; THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVELL HER HAIRE.I.Amarantha sweet and faire,Ah brade no more that shining haire!As my curious hand ...
Poems about neast (3 Poems)
A Paradox (Richard Lovelace Poems)
I.Tis true the beauteous StarreTo which I first did bowBurnt quicker, brighter far,Than that which leads me now;Which shines with ...
Sonnet LXXVI (Edmund Spenser Poems)
FAyre bosome fraught with vertues richest tresure, The neast of loue, the lodging of delight: the bowre of blisse, the ...