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Richard Lovelace

(1618-1657)

  • To Amarantha; That She Would Dishevell Her Haire
        Amarantha sweet and faire,
  • " To His Fairest Valentine Mrs. A. L.
        "Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
  • A Apostacy Of One, And But One Lady
       That frantick errour I adore,
  • A Black Patch On Lucasta's Face
       Dull as I was, to think that a court fly
  • A Dialogue Betwixt Cordanus And Amoret, On A Lost Heart
       Cord. Distressed pilgrim, whose dark clouded eyes
  • A Dialogue. Lute And Voice
       L. Sing, Laura, sing, whilst silent are the sphears,
  • A Fly About A Glasse Of Burnt Claret.
       Forbear this liquid fire, Fly,
  • A Fly Caught In A Cobweb
       Small type of great ones, that do hum
  • A Forsaken Lady To Her False Servant That Is Disdained By His New Mistriss
        Were it that you so shun me, 'cause you wish
  • A Guiltlesse Lady Imprisoned: After Penanced. Song
       Heark, faire one, how what e're here is
  • A La Bourbon. Done Moy Plus De Pitie Ou Plus De Creaulte, Car Sans Ci Ie Ne Puis Pas Viure, Ne Morir.
       Divine Destroyer, pitty me no more,
  • A La Chabot
       Object adorable of charms!
  • A Lady With A Falcon On Her Fist. To The Honourable My Cousin A[nne] L[ovelace]
       This Queen of Prey (now prey to you),
  • A Loose Saraband
       Ah me! the little tyrant theefe!
  • A Losse Saraband
       Nay, prethee, dear, draw nigher,
  • A Mock Charon. Dialogue
       W. Charon! thou slave! thou fooll! thou cavaleer!
  • A Mock Song
        Now Whitehall's in the grave,
  • A Paradox
       Tis true the beauteous Starre
  • A Prologue To The Scholars. A Comaedy Presented At The White Fryers
        A gentleman, to give us somewhat new,
  • Ad Fabullium. Catul. Lib. I. Ep. 13.
       Fabullus, I will treat you handsomely
  • Ad Juvencium. Cat. Ep. 49.
       Juvencius, thy fair sweet eyes
  • Ad Lesbiam, Cat. Ep. 73
       That me alone you lov'd, you once did say,
  • Ad M. T. Ciceronem. Catul Ep. 50.
       Tully to thee, Rome's eloquent sole heir,
  • Ad Quintium. Cat. Ep. 83
       Quintius, if you'l endear Catullus eyes,
  • Ad Sylonem. Ep. 104.
       Sylo, pray pay me my ten sesterces,
  • Advice To My Best Brother, Coll: Francis Lovelace.
        Frank, wil't live unhandsomely? trust not too far
  • Against The Love Of Great Ones.
        Vnhappy youth, betrayd by Fate
  • Amarantha. A Pastorall
        Up with the jolly bird of light
  • Amyntor From Beyond The Sea To Alexis. A Dialogue
        Alexis! ah Alexis! can it be,
  • Amyntor's Grove, His Chloris, Arigo, And Gratiana. An Elogie
        It was Amyntor's Grove, that Chloris
  • An Anniversary On The Hymeneals Of My Noble kinsman, Tho. Stanley, Esquire.
        The day is curl'd about agen
  • An Elegie. On The Death Of Mrs. Cassandra Cotton, Only Sister To Mr. C. Cotton.
        Hither with hallowed steps as is the ground,
  • An Elegie. Princesse Katherine Borne, Christened, Buried, In One Day
        You, that can haply mixe your joyes with cries,
  • Another
       As I beheld a winter's evening air,
  • Another
       The Centaur, Syren, I foregoe;
  • Ausonius
       Vain painter, why dost strive my face to draw
  • Ausonius Epig
       Because with bought books, sir, your study's fraught,
  • Ausonius Lib. Epig.
       On the Sicilian strand a hare well wrought
  • Ausonius Lib. Epig.
       The Cynicks narrow houshould stuffe of crutch,
  • Ausonius Lib. I. Epig.
       A treasure found one, entring at death's gate,
  • Auson[ius]
       Her jealous husband an adultresse gave
  • Avieni V. C. Ad Amicos
       Ask'd in the country what I did, I said:
  • Being Treated. To Ellinda
        For cherries plenty, and for corans
  • Calling Lucasta From Her Retirement. Ode
       From the dire monument of thy black roome,
  • Clitophon And Lucippe Translated. To The Ladies
        Pray, ladies, breath, awhile lay by
  • Courante Monsieur.
        That frown, Aminta, now hath drown'd
  • Cupid Far Gone
       What, so beyond all madnesse is the elf,
  • De Asino Qui Dentibus Aeneidem Consumpsit.
       A wretched asse the Aeneids did destroy:
  • De Catone
       The world orecome, victorious Caesar, he
  • De Inconstantia Foeminei Amoris
       My mistresse sayes she'll marry none but me;
  • De Puero Et Praecone. Catul.
       With a fair boy a cryer we behold,
  • De Quintia Et Sesbia. Ep. 87
       Quintia is handsome, fair, tall, straight: all these
  • De Scaevola.
       The hand, by which no king but serjeant dies,
  • De Suo In Lesbiam Amore Ep. 88.
       No one can boast her self so much belov'd,
  • Dialogue Lucasta, Alexis
        TELL me, ALEXIS, what this parting is,
  • Ellinda's Glove. Sonnet
       Thou snowy farme with thy five tenements!
  • Female Glory
       Mongst the worlds wonders, there doth yet remain
  • Floridi. De Ebrioso
       Phoebus asleep forbad me wine to take:
  • Gratiana Dauncing And Singing
       See! with what constant motion
  • Her Muffe
       Twas not for some calm blessing to deceive,
  • In Allusion To The French Song. N'entendez Vous Pas Ce Language
        How often have my tears
  • In Lesbiam Cat. Ep. 76.
       By thy fault is my mind brought to that pass,
  • In Rufum. Catul. Ep. 64
       That no fair woman will, wonder not why,
  • In Virgilium. Pentadii.
       A swain, hind, knight: I fed, till'd, did command:
  • Item
       One stabbe could not fierce Cato's life unty;
  • Item
       The hand of sacred Cato, bad to tear
  • Item
       What doubt'st thou, hand? sad Cato 'tis to kill;
  • La Bella Bona Roba. To My Lady H. Ode
       Tell me, ye subtill judges in loves treasury,
  • Love Conquer'd
       The childish god of love did sweare
  • Love Inthron'd. Ode
       Introth, I do my self perswade,
  • Love Made In The First Age. To Chloris.
       In the nativity of time,
  • Lucasta At The Bath.
       I' th' autumn of a summer's day,
  • Lucasta Laughing.
       Heark, how she laughs aloud,
  • Lucasta Paying Her Obsequies To The Chast Memory Of My Dearest Cosin Mrs. Bowes Barne[s]
       See! what an undisturbed teare
  • Lucasta Weeping
       Lucasta wept, and still the bright
  • Lucasta's Fanne, With A Looking- Glasse In It
       Eastrich! thou featherd foole, and easie prey,
  • Lucasta's World Epode
       Cold as the breath of winds that blow
  • Lucasta, Taking The Waters At Tunbridge.
       Yee happy floods! that now must passe
  • Mar. Lib. Iv. Ep. 33.
       Both lurks and shines, hid in an amber tear,
  • Mart. Ep. XV. Lib. 6.
       Whilst in an amber-shade the ant doth feast,
  • Mart. Epi. XLIII. Lib. I.
       When Portia her dear lord's sad fate did hear,
  • Mart. Lib. I. Epi. 14.
       When brave chast Arria to her Poetus gave
  • Missing title : skey: LA BELLA BONA
       I cannot tell, who loves the skeleton
  • Night. To Lucasta
       Night! loathed jaylor of the lock'd up sun,
  • Ode
       You are deceiv'd; I sooner may, dull fair,
  • On Sanazar's Being Honoured With Six hundred Duckets By The Clarissimi Of Venice, For Composing An Eligiack Hexastick Of The City. A Satyer
        Twas a blith prince exchang'd five hundred crowns
  • On The Best, Last, And Only Remaning Comedy Of Mr. Fletcher. The Wild Goose Chase
        I'm un-ore-clowded, too! free from the mist!
  • On The Death Of Mrs. Elizabeth Filmer. An Elegiacall Epitaph
        You that shall live awhile, before
  • Oreheus To Beasts
       Here, here, oh here! EURIDICE,
  • Oreheus To Woods
       Heark! Oh heark! you guilty trees,
  • Out Of The Anthologie
       A fool, much bit by fleas, put out the light;
  • Paris's Second Judgement, Upon The Three Daughters Of My Dear Brother Mr. R. Caesar.
       Behold! three sister-wonders, in whom met,
  • Peinture. A Panegyrick To The best Picture Of Friendship, Mr. Pet. Lilly.
        If Pliny, Lord High Treasurer of al
  • Pentadii
       It is not, y' are deceav'd, it is not blisse
  • Portii Licinii
       If you are Phoebus sister, Delia, pray,
  • Princesse Loysa Drawing
        I saw a little Diety,
  • Quinti Catuli.
       As once I bad good morning to the day,
  • Sanazari Hexasticon
       In Adriatick waves when Neptune saw,
  • Senecae Ex Cleanthe
       Parent and Prince of Heav'n, O lead, I pray,
  • Sir Thomas Wortley's Sonnet Answered
        No more
  • Song
        Strive not, vain lover, to be fine;
  • Song To Amarantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair
        Amarantha sweet and fair
  • Song.
       In mine one monument I lye,
  • Sonnet
       When I by thy faire shape did sweare,
  • Sonnet
       Depose your finger of that ring
  • Sonnet. To Generall Goring, After The Pacification At Berwicke. A La Chabot.
        Now the peace is made at the foes rate,
  • The Ant.
       Forbear, thou great good husband, little ant;
  • The Duell
       Love drunk, the other day, knockt at my brest,
  • The Epilogue
        The stubborne author of the trifle crime,
  • The Faire Begger
       Comanding asker, if it be
  • The Falcon
        Fair Princesse of the spacious air,
  • The Grassehopper. To My Noble Friend, Mr. Charles Cotton. Ode.
       Oh thou, that swing'st upon the waving eare
  • The Lady A. L. My Asylum In A Great Exteremity.
        With that delight the Royal captiv's brought
  • The Scrutinie. Song
       Why shouldst thou sweare I am forsworn,
  • The Snail
       Wise emblem of our politic world,
  • The Snayl
        Wise emblem of our politick world,
  • The Toad And Spyder. A Duell
        Upon a day, when the Dog-star
  • 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, as earth
  • The Vintage To The Dungeon. A Song
       Sing out, pent soules, sing cheerefully!
  • Theophile Being Deny'd His Addresses To King James, Turned The Affront To His Own Glory In This Epigram
        If James, the king of wit,
  • To A Lady That Desired Me I Would Beare My Part With Her In A Song Madam A. L.
        This is the prittiest motion;
  • To A Lady With Child That Ask'd An Old Shirt.
        And why an honour'd ragged shirt, that shows,
  • To Althea From Prison.
       When love with unconfined wings
  • To Althea, From Prison
       When Love with unconfined wings
  • To Chloe, Courting Her For His Friend
       Chloe, behold! againe I bowe:
  • To Dr. F. B[eale]; On His Book Of Chesse.
       Sir, how unravell'd is the golden fleece:
  • To Ellinda Upon His Late Recovery. A Paradox
       How I grieve that I am well!
  • To Ellinda, That Lately I Have Not Written
       If in me anger, or disdaine
  • To Fletcher Reviv'd
        How have I bin religious? what strange good
  • To His Deare Brother Colonel F. L. Immoderately Mourning My Brothers Untimely Death At Carmarthen
       If teares could wash the ill away,
  • To Lucasta
        I laugh and sing, but cannot tell
  • To Lucasta
       Like to the sent'nel stars, I watch all night;
  • To Lucasta From Prison An Epode
       Long in thy shackels, liberty
  • To Lucasta Ode Lyrick
       Ah LUCASTA, why so bright?
  • To Lucasta, Going To The Wars
       Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind,
  • To Lucasta. Going Beyond The Seas.
        If to be absent were to be
  • To Lucasta. Going To the Warres.
       Tell me not, (sweet,) I am unkinde,
  • To Lucasta. Her Reserved Looks.
       LUCASTA, frown, and let me die,
  • To Lucasta. The Rose.
       Sweet serene skye-like flower,
  • To My Dear Friend Mr. E[ldred] R[evett]. On His Poems Moral And Divine
        Cleft as the top of the inspired hill,
  • To My Noble Kinsman Thomas Stanley, Esq. On His Lyrick Poems Composed By Mr. John Gamble.
       What means this stately tablature,
  • To My Truely Valiant, Learned Friend; Who In His Brooke Resolv'd The Art Gladiatory Into The Mathematicks
       Hearke, reader! wilt be learn'd ith' warres?
  • To My Worthy Friend Mr. Peter Lilly: On That Excellent Picture Of His Majesty And The Duke Of York, Drawne By Him At Hampton- Court
        See! what a clouded majesty, and eyes
  • To The Genius Of Mr. John Hall. On His Exact Translation Of Hierocles His Comment Upon The Golden Verses Of Pythagoras.
        Tis not from cheap thanks thinly to repay
  • Upon The Curtaine Of Lucasta's Picture, It Was Thus Wrought
       Oh, stay that covetous hand; first turn all eye,
  • Valiant Love
       Now fie upon that everlasting life! I dye!