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Richard Lovelace

Richard Lovelace

Upon the Curtain of Lucasta’s Picture, It Was Thus Wrought

Oh, stay that covetous hand; first turn all eye,
All depth and minde; then mystically spye
Her soul’s faire picture, her faire soul’s, in all
So truely copied from th’ originall,
That you will sweare her body by this law
Is but its shadow, as this, its;—now draw.

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Autres oeuvres par Richard Lovelace...
La Bella Bona Roba. to my Lady H. Ode

Tell me, ye subtill judges in love… Inform me, which hath most inricht… This diamonds greatnes, or its cla… II. Ye cloudy spark lights, whose vast…
Against the Love of Great Ones.

Vnhappy youth, betrayd by Fate To such a love hath sainted hate, And damned those celestiall bands Are onely knit with equal hands; The love of great ones is a love,
To Amarantha; That She Would Dishevell Her Haire

Amarantha sweet and faire, Ah brade no more that shining hair… As my curious hand or eye, Hovering round thee, let it flye. II.
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
Lucasta Laughing

Heark, how she laughs aloud, Although the world put on its shro… Wept at by the fantastic crowd, Who cry: one drop, let fall From her, might save the universal…
Amyntor From Beyond the Sea to Alexis. a Dialogue

Amyntor. Alexis! ah Alexis! can it be, Though so much wet and drie Doth drowne our eye, Thou keep’st thy winged voice from…
The Triumphs of Philamore and Amoret. to the Noblest of Our Youth and Best of Friends, Charles Cotton, Esquire. Being at Berisford, at His House in Straffordshire. From London. a Poem

Sir, your sad absence I complain,… Her long-hid spring, that gave her… Who now her cheerful aromatick hea… Shrinks in her cold and dismal wid… Whilst the false sun her lover dot…
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
Ad M. T. Ciceronem. Catul Ep. 50.

AD M. T. CICERONEM. CATUL EP. 50. Disertissime Romuli nepotum, Quot sunt, quotque fuere, Marce T… Quotque post alios erunt in annos,
Amyntor’s Grove, His Chloris, Arigo, and Gratiana. an Elogie

It was Amyntor’s Grove, that Chl… For ever ecchoes, and her glories; Chloris, the gentlest sheapherdess… That ever lawnes and lambes did bl… Her breath, like to the whispering…
In Rufum. Catul. Ep. 64

IN RUFUM. CATUL. EP. 64. Noli admirari, quare tibi foemina… Rufe, velit tenerum supposuisse fe… Non ullam rarae labefactes munere… Aut pellucidulis deliciis lapidis.
Advice to my Best Brother, Coll: Francis Lovelace.

Frank, wil’t live unhandsomely? tr… Thy self to waving seas: for what… Calculated by sure event, must be, Look in the glassy-epithete, and s… Yet settle here your rest, and tak…
A Prologue to the Scholars. a Comaedy Presented at the White Fryers

A gentleman, to give us somewhat n… Hath brought up OXFORD with him… Pray be not frighted—Tho the scae… The Universities, the wit’s the t… The lines each honest Englishman…
Lucasta’s World Epode

Cold as the breath of winds that b… To silver shot descending snow, Lucasta sigh’t; when she did close The world in frosty chaines! And then a frowne to rubies frose
Depose Your Finger of That Ring

Depose your finger of that ring, And crowne mine with’t awhile; Now I restor’t. Pray, dos it brin… Back with it more of soile? Or shines it not as innocent,



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