Richard Lovelace

(1618-1657 / London / England)

Richard Lovelace Poems

41. Ausonius Lib. I. Epig. 12/31/2002
42. Avieni V. C. Ad Amicos 12/31/2002
43. Being Treated. To Ellinda 12/31/2002
44. Calling Lucasta From Her Retirement. Ode 12/31/2002
45. Clitophon And Lucippe Translated. To The Ladies 12/31/2002
46. Courante Monsieur 1/3/2003
47. Cupid Far Gone 12/31/2002
48. De Asino Qui Dentibus Aeneidem Consumpsit. 12/31/2002
49. De Catone 12/31/2002
50. De Inconstantia Foeminei Amoris 12/31/2002
51. De Puero Et Praecone. Catul. 12/31/2002
52. De Quintia Et Sesbia. Ep. 87 12/31/2002
53. De Scaevola. 12/31/2002
54. De Suo In Lesbiam Amore Ep. 88. 12/31/2002
55. Depose Your Finger Of That Ring 1/3/2003
56. Dialogue Lucasta, Alexis 12/31/2002
57. Ellinda's Glove. Sonnet 12/31/2002
58. Female Glory 12/31/2002
59. Floridi. De Ebrioso 12/31/2002
60. Gratiana Dancing 1/4/2003
61. Gratiana Dancing And Singing 1/3/2003
62. Her Muffe 12/31/2002
63. In Allusion To The French Song. N'Entendez Vous Pas Ce Language 12/31/2002
64. In Lesbiam Cat. Ep. 76. 12/31/2002
65. In Mine One Monument I Lye 1/3/2003
66. In Rufum. Catul. Ep. 64 12/31/2002
67. In Virgilium. Pentadii. 12/31/2002
68. Item 12/31/2002
69. La Bella Bona Roba. To My Lady H. Ode 12/31/2002
70. Love Conquer'D 12/31/2002
71. Love Inthron'D 1/3/2003
72. Love Inthron'D. Ode 12/31/2002
73. Love Made In The First Age. To Chloris. 12/31/2002
74. Lucasta At The Bath. 12/31/2002
75. Lucasta Laughing 1/3/2003
76. Lucasta Paying Her Obsequies To The Chast Memory Of My Dearest Cosin Mrs. Bowes Barne[s] 12/31/2002
77. Lucasta Weeping 12/31/2002
78. Lucasta, Taking The Waters At Tunbridge. 12/31/2002
79. Lucasta's Fanne, With A Looking- Glasse In It 12/31/2002
80. Lucasta's World 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Richard Lovelace

" To His Fairest Valentine Mrs. A. L.

"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
And warble forth, ye virgins nine,
Some music to my Valentine.

"Her bosom is love's paradise,
There is no heav'n but in her eyes;
She's chaster than the turtle-dove,
And fairer than the queen of love:
Yet all perfections do combine
To beautifie my Valentine.

"She's Nature's choicest cabinet,
Where honour, beauty, worth and wit
Are all ...

Read the full of " To His Fairest Valentine Mrs. A. L.

Mart. Lib. I. Epi. 14.

MART. LIB. I. EPI. 14.

Casta suo gladium cum traderet Arria Paeto,
Quem de visceribus traxerat ipsa suis;
Si qua fides, vulnus quod feci non dolet, inquit:
Sed quod tu facies, hoc mihi, Paete, dolet.

ENGLISHED.

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