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Against The Love Of Great Ones Against The Love Of Great Ones

Against The Love Of Great Ones
Unhappy youth, betrayd by FateTo such a love hath sainted hate,And damned those celestiall bandsAre onely knit with equal hands;The love of great ones is a love,Gods are incapable to prove:For where there is a joy uneven,There never, never can be Heav'n:'Tis such a love as is not sentTo fiends as yet for punishment;IXION willingly doth feeleThe gyre of his eternal wheele,Nor would he now exchange his painFor cloudes and goddesses againe. Wouldst thou with tempests lye? Then bowTo th' rougher furrows of her brow,Or make a thunder-bolt thy choyce?Then catch at her more fatal voyce;Or 'gender with the... Poems - Post by : niatox - Date : October 2011 - Author : Richard Lovelace - Read : 3449

The Epilogue The Epilogue

The Epilogue
The stubborne author of the trifle crime,That just now cheated you of two hours' time,Presumptuous it lik't him, began to growCarelesse, whether it pleased you or no. But we who ground th' excellence of a playOn what the women at the dores wil say,Who judge it by the benches, and affordTo take your money, ere his oath or wordHis SCHOLLARS school'd, sayd if he had been wiseHe should have wove in one two COMEDIES;The first for th' gallery, in which the throneTo their amazement should descend alone,The rosin-lightning flash, and monster spireSquibs, and words hotter then his fire. Th'... Poems - Post by : jgodfrey - Date : October 2011 - Author : Richard Lovelace - Read : 1393

A Prologue To The Scholars, A Comaedy A Prologue To The Scholars, A Comaedy

A Prologue To The Scholars, A Comaedy
A COMAEDY PRESENTED AT THE WHITE FRYERS. A gentleman, to give us somewhat new,Hath brought up OXFORD with him to show you;Pray be not frighted--Tho the scaene and gown'sThe Universities, the wit's the town's;The lines each honest Englishman may speake:Yet not mistake his mother-tongue for Greeke,For stil 'twas part of his vow'd liturgie:--From learned comedies deliver me!Wishing all those that lov'd 'em here asleepe,Promising SCHOLARS, but no SCHOLARSHIP. You'd smile to see, how he do's vex and shake,Speakes naught; but, if the PROLOGUE do's but take,Or the first act were past the pikes once, then--Then hopes and joys, then... Poems - Post by : 64732 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Richard Lovelace - Read : 1888

A Lady With A Falcon On Her Fist A Lady With A Falcon On Her Fist

A Lady With A Falcon On Her Fist
TO THE HONOURABLE MY COUSIN A(NNE) L(OVELACE.) I.This Queen of Prey (now prey to you), Fast to that pirch of ivoryIn silver chaines and silken clue, Hath now made full thy victory: II.The swelling admirall of the dread Cold deepe, burnt in thy flames, oh faire!Wast not enough, but thou must lead Bound, too, the Princesse of the aire?... Poems - Post by : sander4 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Richard Lovelace - Read : 2846

The Lady A. L. My Asylum In A Great Extremity The Lady A. L. My Asylum In A Great Extremity

The Lady A. L. My Asylum In A Great Extremity
With that delight the Royal captiv's broughtBefore the throne, to breath his farewell thought,To tel his last tale, and so end with it,Which gladly he esteemes a benefit;When the brave victor, at his great soule dumbe,Findes something there fate cannot overcome,Cals the chain'd prince, and by his glory led,First reaches him his crowne, and then his head;Who ne're 'til now thinks himself slave and poor;For though nought else, he had himselfe before.He weepes at this faire chance, nor wil allow,But that the diadem doth brand his brow,And under-rates himselfe below mankinde,Who first had lost his body, now his minde, With... Poems - Post by : dwooding - Date : October 2011 - Author : Richard Lovelace - Read : 3698

To My Worthy Friend Mr. Peter Lilly On Picture Of His Majesty & Duke Of York To My Worthy Friend Mr. Peter Lilly On Picture Of His Majesty & Duke Of York

To My Worthy Friend Mr. Peter Lilly On Picture Of His Majesty & Duke Of York
ON THAT EXCELLENT PICTURE OF HIS MAJESTY AND THE DUKE OF YORK, DRAWNE BY HIM AT HAMPTON-COURT. See! what a clouded majesty, and eyesWhose glory through their mist doth brighter rise! See! what an humble bravery doth shine,And griefe triumphant breaking through each line,How it commands the face! so sweet a scorneNever did HAPPY MISERY adorne!So sacred a contempt, that others showTo this, (oth' height of all the wheele) below,That mightiest monarchs by this shaded bookeMay coppy out their proudest, richest looke. Whilst the true eaglet this quick luster spies,And by his SUN'S enlightens his owne eyes;He cures... Poems - Post by : dbarnum - Date : October 2011 - Author : Richard Lovelace - Read : 3514

On The Death Of Mrs. Elizabeth Filmer On The Death Of Mrs. Elizabeth Filmer

On The Death Of Mrs. Elizabeth Filmer
AN ELEGIACALL EPITAPH. You that shall live awhile, beforeOld time tyrs, and is no more:When that this ambitious stoneStoopes low as what it tramples on:Know that in that age, when sinneGave the world law, and governd Queene,A virgin liv'd, that still put onWhite thoughts, though out of fashion:That trac't the stars, 'spite of report,And durst be good, though chidden for't:Of such a soule that infant Heav'nRepented what it thus had giv'n:For finding equall happy man,Th' impatient pow'rs snatch it agen.Thus, chaste as th' ayre whither shee's fled,She, making her celestiall bedIn her warme alablaster, layAs cold is in this house... Poems - Post by : sev7en - Date : October 2011 - Author : Richard Lovelace - Read : 2023

The Vintage To The Dungeon (song) The Vintage To The Dungeon (song)

The Vintage To The Dungeon (song)
I.Sing out, pent soules, sing cheerefully!Care shackles you in liberty:Mirth frees you in captivity. Would you double fetters adde? Else why so sadde? Chorus.Besides your pinion'd armes youl findeGriefe too can manakell the minde. II.Live then, pris'ners, uncontrol'd;Drink oth' strong, the rich, the old,Till wine too hath your wits in hold; Then if still your jollitie And throats are free-- Chorus.Tryumph in your bonds and paines,And daunce to the music of your chaines.Note: Probably composed during the poet's confinement in Peterhouse.(The end)Richard Lovelace's poem: Vintage To The Dungeon... Poems - Post by : zuz911 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Richard Lovelace - Read : 2265

An Elegie On The Death Of Mrs. Cassandra Cotton An Elegie On The Death Of Mrs. Cassandra Cotton

An Elegie On The Death Of Mrs. Cassandra Cotton
ON THE DEATH OF MRS. CASSANDRA COTTON, ONLY SISTER TO MR. C. COTTON. Hither with hallowed steps as is the ground,That must enshrine this saint with lookes profound,And sad aspects as the dark vails you weare,Virgins opprest, draw gently, gently neare;Enter the dismall chancell of this rooome,Where each pale guest stands fixt a living tombe;With trembling hands helpe to remove this earthTo its last death and first victorious birth:Let gums and incense fume, who are at strifeTo enter th' hearse and breath in it new life;Mingle your steppes with flowers as you goe,Which, as they haste... Poems - Post by : Allow2b - Date : October 2011 - Author : Richard Lovelace - Read : 2873

The Grasshopper To My Noble Friend, Mr. Charles Cotton The Grasshopper To My Noble Friend, Mr. Charles Cotton

The Grasshopper To My Noble Friend, Mr. Charles Cotton
ODE. I.Oh thou, that swing'st upon the waving eare Of some well-filled oaten beard,Drunk ev'ry night with a delicious teare Dropt thee from Heav'n now th'art reard. II.The joyes of earth and ayre are thine intire, That with thy feet and wings dost hop and flye;And when thy poppy workes, thou dost retire To thy carv'd acorn-bed to... Poems - Post by : Metaframer - Date : October 2011 - Author : Richard Lovelace - Read : 3652

A Forsaken Lady To Her False Servant A Forsaken Lady To Her False Servant

A Forsaken Lady To Her False Servant
(A Forsaken Lady to Her False Servantthat is disdained by his new mistriss.) Were it that you so shun me, 'cause you wish(Cruels't) a fellow in your wretchednesse,Or that you take some small ease in your owneTorments, to heare another sadly groane,I were most happy in my paines, to beSo truely blest, to be so curst by thee:But oh! my cries to that doe rather adde,Of which too much already thou hast had,And thou art gladly sad to heare my moane;Yet sadly hearst me with derision. Thou most unjust, that really dust know,And feelst thyselfe the flames I burne... Poems - Post by : aanuby - Date : October 2011 - Author : Richard Lovelace - Read : 2468

Princesse Loysa Drawing Princesse Loysa Drawing

Princesse Loysa Drawing
Princesse Loysa DrawingI saw a little Diety,MINERVA in epitomy,Whom VENUS, at first blush, surpris'd,Tooke for her winged wagge disguis'd.But viewing then as she madeNot a distrest, but lively shadeOf ECCHO whom he had betrayd,Now wanton, and ith' coole oth' SunneWith her delight a hunting gone,And thousands more, whom he had slaine;To live and love, belov'd againe:Ah! this is true divinity!I will un-God that toye! cri'd she;Then markt she SYRINX running fastTo Pan's imbraces, with the hasteShee fled him once, whose reede-pipe rentHe finds now a new Instrument.THESEUS return'd invokes the AyreAnd windes, then wafts his faire;Whilst ARIADNE ravish't stoodHalf in his... Poems - Post by : capjoe - Date : October 2011 - Author : Richard Lovelace - Read : 900

The Scrutinie The Scrutinie

The Scrutinie
SONG.SET BY MR. THOMAS CHARLES. I.Why shouldst thou sweare I am forsworn, Since thine I vow'd to be?Lady, it is already Morn, And 'twas last night I swore to thee That fond impossibility. II.Have I not lov'd thee much and long, A tedious twelve moneths space?I should all other beauties wrong, And rob thee of a new imbrace;... Poems - Post by : replicator - Date : October 2011 - Author : Richard Lovelace - Read : 1197

Amyntor's Grove Amyntor's Grove

Amyntor's Grove
AMYNTOR'S GROVE,HIS CHLORIS, ARIGO, AND GRATIANA. AN ELOGIE. It was Amyntor's Grove, that ChlorisFor ever ecchoes, and her glories;Chloris, the gentlest sheapherdesse,That ever lawnes and lambes did blesse;Her breath, like to the whispering winde,Was calme as thought, sweet as her minde;Her lips like coral gates kept inThe perfume and the pearle within;Her eyes a double-flaming torchThat alwayes shine, and never scorch;Her selfe the Heav'n in which did meetThe all of bright, of faire and sweet. Here was I brought with that delightThat seperated soules take flight;And when my reason call'd my senceBack somewhat from this excellence,That I could see,... Poems - Post by : K-man - Date : October 2011 - Author : Richard Lovelace - Read : 2076

Gratiana Dauncing And Singing Gratiana Dauncing And Singing

Gratiana Dauncing And Singing
I.See! with what constant motionEven and glorious, as the sunne, Gratiana steeres that noble frame,Soft as her breast, sweet as her voyce,That gave each winding law and poyze, And swifter then the wings of Fame. II.She beat the happy pavementBy such a starre-made firmament, Which now no more the roofe envies;But swells up high with Atlas ev'n,Bearing the brighter, nobler Heav'n, And in her, all the Dieties.... Poems - Post by : ramuluxmi - Date : October 2011 - Author : Richard Lovelace - Read : 2355

To Chloe, Courting Her For His Friend To Chloe, Courting Her For His Friend

To Chloe, Courting Her For His Friend
I.Chloe, behold! againe I bowe:Againe possest, againe I woe; From my heat hath taken fire Damas, noble youth, and fries, Gazing with one of mine eyes, Damas, halfe of me expires:Chloe, behold! Our fate's the same.Or make me cinders too, or quench his flame II.I'd not be King, unlesse there sateLesse lords that shar'd with me in state Who, by their cheaper coronets, know, What glories from my diadem flow: Its use and rate... Poems - Post by : creativecopy - Date : October 2011 - Author : Richard Lovelace - Read : 2436

To Ellinda, Upon His Late Recovery. A Paradox To Ellinda, Upon His Late Recovery. A Paradox

To Ellinda, Upon His Late Recovery. A Paradox
I.How I grieve that I am well! All my health was in my sicknes,Go then, Destiny, and tell, Very death is in this quicknes. II.Such a fate rules over me, That I glory when I languish,And do blesse the remedy, That doth feed, not quench my anguish. III.'Twas a gentle warmth that ceas'd In the vizard of a... Poems - Post by : lukilady - Date : October 2011 - Author : Richard Lovelace - Read : 2697

Being Treated. To Ellinda Being Treated. To Ellinda

Being Treated. To Ellinda
For cherries plenty, and for coransEnough for fifty, were there more on's;For elles of beere, flutes of canary,That well did wash downe pasties-Mary;For peason, chickens, sawces high,Pig, and the widdow-venson-pye;With certaine promise (to your brother)Of the virginity of another,Where it is thought I too may peepe inWith knuckles far as any deepe in;For glasses, heads, hands, bellies fullOf wine, and loyne right-worshipfull;Whether all of, or more behind--aThankes freest, freshest, faire Ellinda.Thankes for my visit not disdaining,Or at the least thankes for your feigning;For if your mercy doore were lockt-well,I should be justly soundly knockt-well;Cause that in dogrell I did mutterNot one... Poems - Post by : niajahi - Date : October 2011 - Author : Richard Lovelace - Read : 2618

Ellinda's Glove (sonnet) Ellinda's Glove (sonnet)

Ellinda's Glove (sonnet)
I.Thou snowy farme with thy five tenements! Tell thy white mistris here was one, That call'd to pay his dayly rents;But she a-gathering flowr's and hearts is gone,And thou left voyd to rude possession. II.But grieve not, pretty Ermin cabinet, Thy alabaster lady will come home; If not, what tenant can there fitThe slender turnings of thy narrow roome,But must ejected be by his owne dombe?... Poems - Post by : Michelle1969 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Richard Lovelace - Read : 1600

To Ellinda, That Lately I Have Not Written To Ellinda, That Lately I Have Not Written

To Ellinda, That Lately I Have Not Written
I.If in me anger, or disdaineIn you, or both, made me refraineFrom th' noble intercourse of verse,That only vertuous thoughts rehearse; Then, chaste Ellinda, might you feare The sacred vowes that I did sweare. II.But if alone some pious thoughtMe to an inward sadnesse brought,Thinking to breath your soule too welle,My tongue was charmed with that spell; And left it (since there was no roome To voyce your worth enough) strooke dumbe.... Poems - Post by : Aura_Yoga - Date : October 2011 - Author : Richard Lovelace - Read : 2522