Lucasta: The Poems of Richard Lovelace,esq. Now First Edited, and the Text Carefully Revised. With Some Account of the Author, and a Few Notes

J. R. Smith, 1864 - 293 páginas
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Página 26 - 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.
Página 117 - WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Página 13 - 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...
Página xiv - Hall in the beginning of the year 1634, and in that of his age sixteen, being then accounted the most amiable and beautiful person that ever eye beheld ; a person also of innate modesty, virtue, and courtly deportment, which made him then, but especially after, when he retired to the great city, much admired and adored by the female sex.
Página 168 - Go to the Ant, thou Sluggard, consider her ways, and be wise : which having no guide, overseer, or ruler, provideth her 15 meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest.
Página 96 - Night, as clear HESPER, shall our tapers whip From the light casements where we play; And the dark Hag, from her black mantle strip; And stick there, everlasting Day! Thus richer than untempted Kings are we; That, asking nothing, nothing need! Though Lord of all what seas embrace; yet he That wants himself, is poor indeed!
Página 119 - Stone Walls doe not a Prison make, Nor I'ron bars a Cage; Mindes innocent and quiet take That for an Hermitage; If I have freedome in my Love, And in my soule am free; Angels alone that sore above, Injoy such liberty.
Página 136 - GIVE me more love, or more disdain; The torrid or the frozen zone Bring equal ease unto my pain; The temperate affords me none: Either extreme, of love or hate, Is sweeter than a calm estate.
Página 43 - Twere possible I might call mine. First I would be in love with Peace, And her rich swelling breasts increase; But how alas!
Página 272 - Dilexi tum te non tantum ut vulgus amicam, Sed pater ut gnatos diligit et generos. Nunc te cognovi : quare etsi impensius uror, Multo mi tamen es vilior et levior. Qui potis est ? inquis.

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