A Fly About A Glasse Of Burnt Claret. (Richard Lovelace Poems)
I.Forbear this liquid fire, Fly,It is more fatal then the dry,That singly, but embracing, wounds;And this at once both burns ...
Richard Lovelace Poems (25 Poems)
A Forsaken Lady To Her False Servant That Is Disdained By His New Mistriss (Richard Lovelace Poems)
Were it that you so shun me, 'cause you wish(Cruels't) a fellow in your wretchednesse,Or that you take some small ...
A Loose Saraband (Richard Lovelace Poems)
I.Ah me! the little tyrant theefe!As once my heart was playing,He snatcht it up and flew away,Laughing at all my ...
A Fly Caught In A Cobweb (Richard Lovelace Poems)
Small type of great ones, that do humWithin this whole world's narrow room,That with a busie hollow noiseCatch at the ...
A Prologue To The Scholars. A Comaedy Presented At The White Fryers (Richard Lovelace Poems)
A gentleman, to give us somewhat new,Hath brought up OXFORD with him to show you;Pray be not frighted--Tho the scaene ...
A Dialogue Betwixt Cordanus And Amoret, On A Lost Heart (Richard Lovelace Poems)
Cord. Distressed pilgrim, whose dark clouded eyesSpeak thee a martyr to love's cruelties,Whither away?Amor. What pitying voice I hear,Calls back ...
To His Fairest Valentine Mrs. A. l. (Richard Lovelace Poems)
'Come, pretty birds, present your lays,And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices beEmploy'd to serve her ...
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 ...
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 ...
Ad Fabullium. Catul. Lib. I. Ep. 13. (Richard Lovelace Poems)
AD FABULLUM. CATUL. LIB. I. EP. 13.Caenabis bene, mi Fabulle, apud mePaucis, si dii tibi favent, diebus;Si tecum attuleris bonam ...
A Apostacy Of One, And But One Lady (Richard Lovelace Poems)
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 ...
A Mock Charon. Dialogue (Richard Lovelace Poems)
CHA. W.W. Charon! thou slave! thou fooll! thou cavaleer!CHA. A slave! a fool! what traitor's voice I hear?W. Come bring ...
A Dialogue. Lute And Voice (Richard Lovelace Poems)
L. Sing, Laura, sing, whilst silent are the sphears,And all the eyes of Heaven are turn'd to ears.V. Touch thy ...
A Lady With A Falcon On Her Fist. To The Honourable My Cousin A[nne] L[ovelace] (Richard Lovelace Poems)
I.This Queen of Prey (now prey to you),Fast to that pirch of ivoryIn silver chaines and silken clue,Hath now made ...
A Mock Song (Richard Lovelace Poems)
I.Now Whitehall's in the grave,And our head is our slave,The bright pearl in his close shell of oyster;Now the miter ...
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 ...
A Black Patch On Lucasta’s Face (Richard Lovelace Poems)
Dull as I was, to think that a court flyPresum'd so neer her eye;When 'twas th' industrious beeMistook her glorious ...
A La Chabot (Richard Lovelace Poems)
A LA CHABOT.Object adorable et charmant!Mes souspirs et mes pleurs tesmoignent mon torment;Mais mon respect m'empeche de parler.Ah! que peine ...
To Lucasta, Going To The Wars (Richard Lovelace Poems)
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breasts, and quiet mind, To war ...
The Rose (Richard Lovelace Poems)
Sweet serene sky-like flower, Haste to adorn her bower; From thy long cloudy bed Shoot forth thy damask head! New-startled ...
The Grasshopper (Richard Lovelace Poems)
O thou that swing'st upon the waving ear Of some well-filled oaten beard, Drunk ev'ry night with a delicious tear ...
To Althea, From Prison (Richard Lovelace Poems)
When love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When ...
The Scrutiny (Richard Lovelace Poems)
Why should you swear I am forsworn, Since thine I vowed to be? Lady, it is already morn, And 'twas ...
To Lucasta, Going Beyond The Seas (Richard Lovelace Poems)
If to be absent were to be Away from thee; Or that when I am gone, You or I were ...
To Amarantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair (Richard Lovelace Poems)
Amarantha, sweet and fair, Ah, braid no more that shining hair! As my curious hand or eye Hovering round thee, ...