Lucasta: Epodes, Odes, Sonnets, Songs, &c. &c. To which is Added, Aramantha, a PastoralPress of C. Whittingham, 1817 |
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... hast'ned death , burnt to be fryed , Kill'd twice with each delay , till deified : So swift hath been thy race , so full of flight , Like him condemn'd , ev'n aged with a night , Cutting all lets with clouds , as if thou hadst been ...
... hast'ned death , burnt to be fryed , Kill'd twice with each delay , till deified : So swift hath been thy race , so full of flight , Like him condemn'd , ev'n aged with a night , Cutting all lets with clouds , as if thou hadst been ...
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... hast had , And thou art gladly sad to hear my moan ; Yet sadly hear'st me with derisiön . Thou most unjust , that really dost know , And feel'st thyself the flames I burn in , oh ! How can you beg to be set loose from that Consuming ...
... hast had , And thou art gladly sad to hear my moan ; Yet sadly hear'st me with derisiön . Thou most unjust , that really dost know , And feel'st thyself the flames I burn in , oh ! How can you beg to be set loose from that Consuming ...
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... st . Oh what a glorious transmigration From this , to so divine an edifice Hast thou straight made ! near from a winged stone Transform'd into a bird of Paradise ! Now do thy plumes for hue and lustre vie With 34 LOVELACE'S.
... st . Oh what a glorious transmigration From this , to so divine an edifice Hast thou straight made ! near from a winged stone Transform'd into a bird of Paradise ! Now do thy plumes for hue and lustre vie With 34 LOVELACE'S.
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... hast griev'd , and with unthought redress , Dry'd their wet eyes who now thy mercy bless ; Yet loth to lose thy wat❜ry jewel , when Joy wip'd it off , laughter straight sprung't again . Now ruddy cheeked mirth with rosy wings , Fans ev ...
... hast griev'd , and with unthought redress , Dry'd their wet eyes who now thy mercy bless ; Yet loth to lose thy wat❜ry jewel , when Joy wip'd it off , laughter straight sprung't again . Now ruddy cheeked mirth with rosy wings , Fans ev ...
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... in this thou teachest me to give What first was hers , since by her breath I live ; And hast but show'd me how I may resign Possession of those things are none of mine . A Prologue TO THE SCHOLARS . A COMEDY PRESENTED AT POEMS . 47.
... in this thou teachest me to give What first was hers , since by her breath I live ; And hast but show'd me how I may resign Possession of those things are none of mine . A Prologue TO THE SCHOLARS . A COMEDY PRESENTED AT POEMS . 47.
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Lucasta: Epodes, Odes, Sonnets, Songs, &c. &c. to Which Is Added, Aramantha ... Richard Lovelace Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2019 |
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adore ALEXIS AMYNTOR Aramantha arms AUSONIUS beams beauty Behold blest bliss blush brave breast breath bride in love bright Bright eyes CATULLUS CHARLES COTTON Charon chaste Chloris CHORUS Clitophon crown crown'd dare dart dear death divine doth e'er earth elegy Elinda EPIG ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fall fame fate fear fire fix'd flame FRANCIS LOVELACE FRIEND gentle glorious glory grief hair hand hast hath heart heat heav'n heav'nly HENRY LAW Hierocles honour i'th joys kiss lady lanneret light live look lov'd love's Lucasta ne'er night noble nought o'er o'th pearl POEMS pow'r RICHARD LOVELACE sacred shine sing smile soft SONG SONNET sorrow soul sphere star straight sweet tear thee thine thou dost thought thyself toad tomb triumph twas unto victory virgin voice weep Whilst WILLIAM LAWES wind wings womb wound
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Sida 61 - When Love with unconfine'd wings Hovers within my Gates ; And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates : When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye ; The Birds, that wanton in the Air, Know no such Liberty.
Sida 62 - Our hearts with loyal flames ; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty.
Sida 2 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.
Sida 1 - TO LUCASTA GOING BEYOND THE SEAS IF to be absent were to be Away from thee ; Or that when I am gone, You or I were alone ; Then, my Lucasta, might I crave Pity from blust'ring wind or swallowing wave.
Sida 22 - Thou best of men and friends! We will create A genuine summer in each other's breast; And spite of this cold time and frozen fate Thaw us a warm seat to our rest.
Sida 2 - I'll not sigh one blast or gale To swell my sail, Or pay a tear to 'suage The foaming blow-god's rage; For whether he will let me pass Or no, I'm still as happy as I was. Though seas and land betwixt us both, Our faith and troth, Like separated souls, All time and space controls; \/ Above the highest sphere we meet, Unseen, unknown, and greet as angels greet. So then we do anticipate Our after-fate, And are alive i...
Sida 62 - With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, mercy, majesty, And glories of my King; When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how great should be, Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Sida 9 - The floor lay paved with broken hearts. So did she move; so did she sing Like the harmonious spheres that bring Unto their rounds their music's aid; Which she performed such a way As all th' enamoured world will say, The Graces danced, and Apollo played.
Sida xx - infection of our times. That candid Age no other way could tell / To be ingenious, but by speaking well. Who best could prayse, had then the greatest prayse, Twas more...
Sida 22 - The joys of earth and air are thine entire, That with thy feet and wings dost hop and fly; And when thy poppy works thou dost retire To thy carv'd acorn-bed to lie.